<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“You think that's what I do in my room? Pout and whine?” Vasyli question back, finding this amusing. “If I do my job, I don't see why it matters to Mathis what I do in my free time.” He shrugged. It had never been a point of contention between him and the ringleader. Vasyli hadn't much desire to wander. The circus was his home, one he'd grown well used to. For the elf's attitude, he was generally well-behaved, and perfectly in control of himself. Misconduct was always deliberate and weighed.<br/>
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Vasyli was brought a plate, and he didn't mind the food despite it being different from what he'd grown up on. He'd learned what it meant to go without when hard times hit, despite some assuming he was brought finer fare to eat by himself. He was awarded no such privilege, not unless he wanted to buy it with his own coin. He ignored the question about what he did with his earnings, as it was no business of Kevice's.<br/>
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“I like people around here well enough.” Just not everyone, and it was well known Vasyli had no fondness at all for humans, though he didn't say as much. He didn't need to. His behavior was enough to give him away. Vasyli had done what he set out to do, and though he wasn't overly chatty like some, he'd eaten with the rest of the troupe. Entertained mild conversation with Kevice, but was ready to return to the solitude of his tent. It was quiet, set on the farthest outskirts because Vasyli didn't like the noise of some of the more social creatures. Human's especially seemed rather talkative at night.<br/>
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His tent was simple and tidy, a fold-out cot laden with plush blankets, and two chests to hold his things. Costumes were hung like decorations. Most of the souvenirs he'd picked up from his travels were small given their lack of space, but he was happy with what he had. It was more than most, and he'd put in the time to earn all of it. There had been a reason Vasyli brought the little nymph gifts, and that was so she would station herself closer to his tent. Wherever she was, the minotaur was not far, and he was a good thing to have around resting close, especially when Vasyli liked to be able to sleep easy at night. He'd gift the minotaur himself if he could figure out what the beast actually liked beside the company of pretty fae-like creatures.<br/>
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Vasyli was sitting propped up in bed, a glass of wine in his hand, the bottle sitting on a chest. It wasn't his preferred vintage, but he took what he could get. It wasn't the only bottle he had, and he actually had a decent liquor collection, though most wouldn't know it. Mathis didn't seem to care about his vice given that Vasyli usually drank alone, and was never drunk before a performance. He hadn't expected the intrusion given that most left him alone, and he drew his legs over the bed to sit up further, still dressed from dinner. He usually took his shower in the morning before most were even awake.<br/>
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“Kevice, I didn't think you meant your words literally,” he set the glass of wine down, though there was no point in hiding it. He'd been caught drinking alone, which probably made him look more pathetic than if he did sit in his tent to pout. “How did you know that I had enough blankets to make a proper pillow fort?” The half-elf was showered and dressed, wearing a coat, Vasyli taking that as an indication that he was heading out, rather than settling in like most would be. Like he had been.<br/>
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“Well, come in now, before you draw more attention to my tent.” He stood up and opened one of his trunks to find a dusty, secondary glass. He wiped it out before pouring a glass for Kevice, hoping he took it for what it was; a peace offering. He didn't want him spreading it around that he hoarded alcohol, or he'd never be left alone.</span></span>