ringo mogire beeeeeeam

[killerfang]

[ so... Jaffar has actually never had this much nothing to do in his entire life. He was an assassin for his entire life - then he met Nino, and he was a soldier, and after that, he came here and was a prisoner. Now? He's just kind of... here. Not in any real danger, with no goals to reach, nothing he particularly needs to do to survive. Nino is friendly and bright and gets along easily with others, much like when they were in the Lycian army together; on the other hand, he's as quiet and shady as ever, and this time, he doesn't even have the distraction of warding off possible threads and preparing for future combat.

Basically: he's doing a lot of sitting. And he hates it, because when he's not occupied, he's forced to acknowledge what a hollow husk of a person he really is.

The sitting is continuing now. He dislikes eating with the others, so he'd crouched down in a corner of the kitchen rather than bringing food into the main area. The dagger that he'd used to take lives in Elibe was used instead to cut an apple into slices, and, having finished that meager snack, he's back to sitting, distractionless. Idly, he's begun shaving the remaining skin off of the apple's core, smoothing its edges. ]

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[ jacopo sets down a block of wood onto the table, before placing his hands on his hips. it's uh, rather abrupt, but he's got a goal he very well intends on achieving. ]

Wood carving. You ever try it before?

[ this is so awkward for him. painfully awkward. but he huffs his chest the slightest bit, as if to convince himself that he WILL DO THIS just as he did for morgana and the prostitutes. he will!! ]

[killerfang]

[ so noble, Jacopo. Jaffar at least looks up to acknowledge him when he enters the room, though he doesn't move from the floor in the corner where he's sitting - even when Jacopo sets down that piece of wood.

He blinks. ]

... No. [ ??? ] Why?