He sat there, against the wall in Headquarters, not caring if people stared or looked, more so wishing he had something to occupy his fingers. Instead he spent his time whispering short formula’s to himself, figuring out what they’d do before he tugged at one of his own bangs. “Sitting…" He hated sitting and waiting, he hated not moving, not being active and doing things even more.
Pushing himself free of the wall, he made a move around the place, giving death glares to any who glanced at the collar jeweled about his neck and instead going towards a room he noticed had paper.
Snatching up a piece from between a person’s fingers, he stole a pencil as well. Ignoring their complaints as he went off a little ways, hand working carefully to scratch in a figure. Just a regular human figure, no-one in particular, just someone.
After all, one didn’t keep him bored, he had to move, work, and do things with himself or— he glanced over. Food. Someone was handing him a bag that he could smell was food. “No." It was a decline. And the person looked a bit awkward at such a thing. Alexei turned and continued to stock away, going back to his wall and scribbling more on the paper. Well, wasn’t he the little artist?
Some time had passed before he finally looked up from his work. A couple of guild members were hard at work trying to get a new door set up for him. The diligence of the guilds never ceased to amaze him. They kept working without fail, and as a team even.
Walking out of his room, he was pointed in the direction his wayward pets had escaped to. Curious, he looked in on the man. Alexei was hunched over a piece of paper and seemed only focused on that. A bag sat beside him, untouched. Scoffing at the sight, Don turned and left the headquarters.
About ten minutes later, he returned with two plates of hot food and two large mugs of something steaming.
"Ye could’ve asked fer a table, ye know. Yer gonna hurt yer back, hunched o’er like that," he toned quietly, setting a mug down before Alexei on the floor. The food soon followed before The Don himself sat down on the floor cross-legged. "Take a small break and eat, will ye. It’s not gonna bite ye. And I’m sure by now, yer hungry."