<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/Males/Andrej/7968e38f-8592-4d0a-8600-c85f60b33941_zpsac091115.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Afanassii Abez'iana (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9431176#msg9431176)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>2nd year / Papillonlisse<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>a random hodgepodge of alternative clothing (http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/images/hb/hb_2004.15a,b.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>the carriage from Bern, Switzerland.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1st<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emilie Callahan<br/><br/>The unexpected accent in the girl's voice made Afanassii raise his eyebrows in surprise, he was delighted to come across another foreigner but was yet unsuccessful in figuring out just where she hailed from. "No-no... I am sorry for disturbing. It is only that I saw an unfamiliar face and thought I would introduce myself. Now it seems I've ... what is the phrase? "Jumped the bullet"?" he asked, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. He wasn't aware that he'd got the idiom incorrect, but he managed to pull it off - somewhat, at least - through context. "I shouldn't have bothered you when you were already preoccupied. But since the deed is already done and you have asked... my name is Afanassii Abez'iana." as always, the odd, old-fashioned family label rolled off his tongue quickly, but was not so easy on European ears. He laughed at himself, knowing he'd likely get the usual reaction of "Gesundheit!" or something else along those lines. "My friends call me just Nassi." His voice was like a velvet caress as he went on; a smooth baritone that made his sex obvious even though his looks betrayed him. "And, please do yourself, as I hope you and I will become ... friends also." His own speech was becoming awkward, though he was an easy-going soul and found no trouble laughing at his mistakes. Besides, he figured a little levity - even at his own expense - could only help to brighten the girl's spirits.<br/><br/>The tall, slender boy lifted the cat on his lap, who gave a grumpy "Merwf!" in response. She had just gotten settled there and wasn't too happy about being relocated to the seat next to him; her furious grooming as a response was meant as a sign of defiance. It largely went unnoticed by the 2nd year Papionlisse student who had taken to standing after giving her a pat on the head. "Who? Margaritka, here?" He laughed and shook his head. "She does not have the instinct to hunt. My family call her a useless cat but she is very sweet and very, very intelligent." He walked slowly over to Emilie and motioned towards "Poe". "I hear that these birds..." he struggled for a moment to come to the appropriate term, "... Ravens... I hear that they are very intelligent, too." His enthusiasm and curiosity was taking him over again and he slid into a seat next to her without pausing to reflect on whether that would be appropriate or not. "Does he talk?"