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Koschei is sitting crossed legged on the floor, a collection of five metal mixing bowls forming a U shape around him. He's banging on them -- rather loudly -- with two wooden spoons he has found as if it were a drum set.
No no, he's not banging out that particular drum beat, just a wild, crazy, mash up of noise because it amuses his mun to have him do so that is bound to annoy every person within earshot.
One of the spoons slips and hits him on the leg. "Owwwwwww," he mutters, then goes back to his oh-so-lovely music.
Aww, look at how much fun he's having!
No no, he's not banging out that particular drum beat, just a wild, crazy, mash up of noise because it amuses his mun to have him do so that is bound to annoy every person within earshot.
One of the spoons slips and hits him on the leg. "Owwwwwww," he mutters, then goes back to his oh-so-lovely music.
Aww, look at how much fun he's having!