[Paolo's surely been waiting a sarcastic "good morning," but the words die on his lips when he sees how completely unprepared Jindosh was. He'd imagined he'd at least be aware by the time he spun the room, but not even sitting up? His hair unfixed, in his sweatpants? Huh.
He's cute. Cute enough that when Paolo's walking back up to the bedside, he'll keep a softer voice. He's still rubbing his hands to feel how soft the soaps made his skin, so he won't shove them in his face quite yet.] Good morning, Grand Inventor.
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He's cute. Cute enough that when Paolo's walking back up to the bedside, he'll keep a softer voice. He's still rubbing his hands to feel how soft the soaps made his skin, so he won't shove them in his face quite yet.] Good morning, Grand Inventor.