Otto in his 'excited' state simply places his hand over Eva's, holding it there for a moment as he breathes deeply then making a firm gesture to pick her hand off his chest and placing it on her lap before leaning back into his chair. He looks away, squinting as he rubs his temple, pinching at his brow while tries to compose himself.
Otto haphazardly snaps, almost rudely, towards his Assistant "Bring the both of us my usual meal then since the Lady Eva didn't give an answer as to what she wants. Before you leave, also bring me my chequebook and a pen" Otto doesn't wait for a response as he give a dismissive wave to send her on her errands. The secretary returns promptly with a fountain pen and cheques and leaves Otto and Eva alone in his office. The air is stale, the space rarely used for much more than his handiwork in the back.
He looks across from himself, observing Eva as he taps his fingers on a knee absent-mindedly, churning over thoughts in his mind. Coming to a decision he clicks his tongue in his mouth as he stands, pulling his chair back to sit beside Eva. Otto undoes the two buttons to his suit-jacket, relaxing as he reaches into an inner pocket, pulling out a small glass phial with a corked top. It contains nondescript white powder - a powder he is quick to want as he twists the tiny cork off. Tipping the phial over at an angle, he puts a tiny mound of the powder on the tip of his pinky. He inhales it into his nose at once, sharply, making little in the way of a reaction as he re-corks it and places it on the table before them holding the book he gifted, cheques, a pen, and the phial.
Otto looks calmer as he takes back to relaxing in the chair as he angles himself a little to view Eva as he crosses his leg. "Where were we?"
Otto haphazardly snaps, almost rudely, towards his Assistant "Bring the both of us my usual meal then since the Lady Eva didn't give an answer as to what she wants. Before you leave, also bring me my chequebook and a pen" Otto doesn't wait for a response as he give a dismissive wave to send her on her errands. The secretary returns promptly with a fountain pen and cheques and leaves Otto and Eva alone in his office. The air is stale, the space rarely used for much more than his handiwork in the back.
He looks across from himself, observing Eva as he taps his fingers on a knee absent-mindedly, churning over thoughts in his mind. Coming to a decision he clicks his tongue in his mouth as he stands, pulling his chair back to sit beside Eva. Otto undoes the two buttons to his suit-jacket, relaxing as he reaches into an inner pocket, pulling out a small glass phial with a corked top. It contains nondescript white powder - a powder he is quick to want as he twists the tiny cork off. Tipping the phial over at an angle, he puts a tiny mound of the powder on the tip of his pinky. He inhales it into his nose at once, sharply, making little in the way of a reaction as he re-corks it and places it on the table before them holding the book he gifted, cheques, a pen, and the phial.
Otto looks calmer as he takes back to relaxing in the chair as he angles himself a little to view Eva as he crosses his leg. "Where were we?"
