It was a challenge for Piotr to get a good workout, but the little gnome usually found a way to bring out the best in him. Despite the fact that some time had passed, his muscles were warm thanks to the exertion of the morning...though the hot, long shower he'd just taken might have also had something to do with it.
Dressed in just a pair of loose sweats, he looked over the canvases he'd been preparing then decided to pick up his sketchbook instead. Bonesville had been a godsent, giving him materials and inspiration for his art, but he still hadn't determined which parts of the Otherworld he was going to use his precious paints on. He sat down in the middle of the big couch that was pressed against the wall, flipping through pages aimlessly until he found one that was blank and started to warm up a different set of muscles.
Dressed in just a pair of loose sweats, he looked over the canvases he'd been preparing then decided to pick up his sketchbook instead. Bonesville had been a godsent, giving him materials and inspiration for his art, but he still hadn't determined which parts of the Otherworld he was going to use his precious paints on. He sat down in the middle of the big couch that was pressed against the wall, flipping through pages aimlessly until he found one that was blank and started to warm up a different set of muscles.