[u][b]Regis Dimitrios[/b][/u]

No maids! A pitiful number of belongings! This poor, deprived soul. Is he not worried someone will steal his possessions whilst away from home? That aforementioned cleaning lady sounds incredibly suspicious, he should be more careful! He knows he wouldn't trust his maids to not loot his abundant and valuable geode collection, so he brought the entire thing! Along his top of the line computer, the part of his book collection he actually cares about, almost every single piece of clothing from his bedroom sized walk in wardrobe (all tailor made for him!), makeup accessories (it takes work to be so beautiful), and five tennis rackets.

Oh, and his animal plush collection. Half of them are bears. He was distraught when he was told he couldn't bring his 2 and a half meter tall Eremite plush.

"Oh, uh, you know, usual stuff. Clothes, computer, uh, life... provisions. And worry not! I assure you this is all quite light," he grabbed a hold of one of the boxes on top, and heaved, expecting it to lift easily with his immense strength. It lifted a centimetre up before he gave a startled yelp like a small surprised puppy and dropped it back down. That was definitely one of the geode boxes. He looked sheepishly back to Monty, and rubbed his neck.

"N-not that I'd need it usually, but um, help would be appreciated. I'm just uh, tired after the train ride. Yep."

[@The Errorist]