Snippet #821561

(Nobbs, Astaron's Workshop, Anastor)
((Sorry for the delay; it's been a while since I've been able to log on to this site))

Nobbs peered awkwardly at the vampire and his dark office. Frightened and thoroughly unsure of what to do, he resorted to nodding vigorously and agreeing with all that Chris has said, and clutched his precious tablecloth. Though, after hearing the disdain in the vampire's voice, and seeing their lack of options, he decided it would be in his interests to share his treasure instead of guard it.

"I have the plans for the likeness machine right here, if you could take a look... It makes instant drawings, you see? Only they're much faster... you can get a lot of detail, too, if you play with the curvy glass bits enough. It's all I've ever wanted, really, out of all my ideas..." He trailed off. In the back of his head, their was a buzz of discontent; a vampire And an engineer, two blasphemies in one... though being so close, so close to seeing that special little box he'd dwelt on and fussed over and rescued from the elements time and again, he could barely hear anything besides his nervous breathing and the calculating silence of the vampire's den. He fidgeted, and faltered; his nerves, shot from anticipation, gathered instead to brace for whatever response would come his way. His face slowly melted from panicked to his usual doggedly hopeful, faintly curious, and distinctly pathetic silent stare; all that he was thinking could easily be read by the down-turned puppy eyes and slightly pouted though very grimy lower lip.