[Kiska]

The blond followed his neighbour out of the studio as requested, pausing to turn off all the lights and lock the door behind him. Not that the Artisan School really had much of any value, unless someone wanted to steal the portable barre out of the corner, or the ancient CD and cassette player that was still somehow clinging to life. He doubted anyone could get the upright piano out of the corner and down the stairs, though there were some old costumes in the back that might be worth a couple of rubles each. Artisan was far from glamorous, but the instructors were good and the students were enthusiastic, and Vasiliy loved that.

He stepped into the art studio when the door was opened, and squinted when the light was flipped on overhead, taking the time to let his eyes adjust before scanning the room around him. It certainly was a mess, but Vasiliy didn't seem bothered by it; more, he was fascinated by all the strange things he found as he carefully examined every section of the room, coat and scarf clutched to his chest. "This is all really interesting," he commented without looking up. "I can't even draw a stick figure, so I'm really impressed."

When he was finished with his walk around, he came back to Tobias' side, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Used to it being long enough, it was marginally frustrating when it slipped back out of place. "I don't know if you'd consider it, but my classes have some really amazing, beautiful dancers. You'd be welcome to sit in on some of the advanced students if that's something you'd be interested in."