Dorian was about an hour into it before he decided to open the window for some fresh air; One of the band aids he was wearing was filling with blood, but he knew he didn't pop a stitch, he would have felt that. Taking out a cigarette he lit it without giving the bandaid further thought, that's what it was there for anyways wasn't it?
He glanced around the bathroom, and felt happy with where an hour had left him. There was markings on the wall and the vanity wasn't quite up yet, but another half hour or so and he would have it done. He decided that he may have to white wash the bathroom wall after his work, to cover up his actions but he figured even if he didn't the landlord would definitely notice the vanity was a lot nice than the cheap one that was up.
He inhaled and then set his cigarette down on the window ledge to take his shirt off, he was hot in this tiny ass bathroom and there was no breeze outside so the window was doing squat for ventilation. "Much better..." He murmured to himself as he took out his pocket knife to open the few last pieces still deeply immersed in cardboard. Picking up his cigarette he set off back to what he was doing, carefully opening what he could of the cardboard.