Terror! [Paolo is even cuter when he laughs, probably. He's too wrapped up in the subject to consider keeping up his persona, shaking his head with shaking shoulders.] My reign of compliance won't need anyone fucking all over the palace. That's a right reserved for the Duke. They'll have their own homes to do it in.
[He paused, his grin growing wider.] 'S why I was so surprised you were a blushing virgin. [He can make jabs too, both verbal and at Jindosh's chest.] If Luca's too dumb to get anything out of you, then why'd you even go?
[He is cute, fuck. It's awful how he does that, making Jindosh smirk more fondly at him before he can stop himself. Is this really happening, lying in bed laughing with someone else? On purpose? What has he become...]
Blushing, please. [He wiggles his hand over Paolo's on his chest, to stop him from poking. Don't taunt him about his, uh, purity. Technically speaking.] As I told you, being in the Duke's good graces—more or less—has its own advantages, most of them monetary. And he has plenty of room in his atrocious palace to get away from his festivities, and plenty of drunken idiots with loose pockets who love to spend their money on the latest innovations.
Kirin Jindosh, Grand Inventor, hiding away unless it's to sell something. [His grin can't get any wider, it's awful. He'll stop poking his chest, but it's just so he can touch his jaw again.] If I ever get my hands on that fortune, I don't think you'll have to do a whole lot of persuading.
[All that without kissing him, what a tease.] And I will get my hands on it.
For you, it seems I don't even need to play nice. [Paolo is easy, pass it on. Jindosh nudges him closer for a kiss, which might contradict what he just said about not playing nice, but whatever. The point is that Paolo will do whatever he wants.]
Ambition suits you, Paolo. I daresay I'm looking forward to seeing it.
For... for some... [things he might, he would say. But to totally contradict the thought, he's kissing him without finishing it. He is easy, but Jindosh had no business being so comforting.]
We aren't going to see it if I keep whittling away-- [There he goes with another one, damn his weakness,] --instead of resting.
[Paolo really is easy... Jindosh can't complain, considering the unique advantage it gets him. And the kisses. He's content to smirk into these kisses and muss up Paolo's hair a little, for emphasis.
Gay emphasis. Paolo is totally his now, and that's going surprisingly well.]
If you're tired, then sleep. I won't keep you up. [He understands the need for an adequate amount of rest, see. But he also assumes Paolo will helpfully move off of him and let him go work until his own four hours of sleep are due. Waiting...]
[Waiting... Waiting... And Paolo lays his head back down on him, and even worse, lays the arm back around him.
Is he clueless? Absolutely not, but he'd rather intentionally keep him there than lay alone.] Holdin' you to that. Don't stay up and-- [he yawns, burying that smirk in his chest,] --complicate things. As you do...
[Well... hmm. This is not going as planned any longer. Jindosh blinks, lifts his head a bit from the bed to stare at him and blinks some more. Um??]
Complicate— What are you talking about? I'm not going to sleep. [Here, he'll start poking at Paolo's shoulder, like that will get him to get up and let Jindosh go. He can still get an hour or two of work in, why isn't he working??]
[And Paolo isn't moving. He's actually pulling him closer, making the situation worse. Paolo is dreadful.] And I think you should stay.
[Obviously, he thinks this carries some weight. Even if it isn't, though, he's still putting his own physical on him so he won't easily escape.] With me. Not your tools.
[This is too much affection, Jindosh wants to be single again already. Is he technically not single right now? That seems like something worth clarifying, but later, when he isn't being menaced by Paolo literally restraining him from going to do something.]
You'll find an empty bed is harder to sleep in... [He paused, his smirk faltering. His grip lessens, and his sighs as leans his head off him.] Someday.
[But Paolo is easy, for worse in this case. The most he can do is look unhappy about it.] I'm sure I'm warmer than your tools, but... if you want to sit on that sore ass, don't tell me about it in the morning.
Well, do your best. [And once again, Kirin Jindosh gets what he wants!! Which is what he tells himself as he pushes himself up, considers, and does indeed get up to go find something to do.
Which is harder than it sounds when now he's thinking about the look on Paolo's face and his stupid, emotional comments and goddamn it, it's barely five minutes before Jindosh returns, now for some reason clad in atrocious Karnaca-equivalent sweatpants and carrying a small stack of books including at least two notebooks.
These, he drops onto the bed next to Paolo's head whether he's still awake to pay attention or not, and sighs noisily as he sits down after them.]
[He is still awake, as it so happens, lying back in the robe he'd left on the floor. Come to think of it... everything off the floor seemed to have vanished. Had he put away his things while he was gone, since sleep apparently alludes him? He did. He doesn't want to talk about it.
He still stared blearily as the notebooks dropped, in a place between being exhausted and annoyed Jindosh hadn't stayed with him. Annoyance was significantly less, though, seeing as he's fighting back a smile.]
[Jindosh probably won't notice the rest of his things have been put away until the morning, considering how often he doesn't make his bed, but he does make a face at the robe.
Whatever. He's sitting, and very pointedly not lying down because he wouldn't be able to work that way and he is going to work. So there.]
Yes, really. I'm here, aren't I? The bed isn't empty any longer. [go to sleep you dumb little jerk.]
It isn't. You should put me to sleep real easy if you read those. [He agrees, but being the dumb little jerk he is, he is going to move closer instead of just laying there and going to sleep. Did he need that lap?? Too bad, he's favoring it over a pillow.
He is silent, for the most part. If you don't count an almost incoherant "thank you."]
[And there's Paolo again, putting his head in his lap and essentially pinning Jindosh to the bed, even if he could be nudged off easily. He's so not used to... caring. He lifts the first book he'd picked up to read a little, to peer under it at Paolo.
Hmm. He hears that mumble, don't worry, but he won't comment on it because the Feelings are too much for him right now.] You want me to read to you?
[Okay, this isn't going to help him get any work done at all. He stares down at Paolo a moment, deeply considering putting the book down open on Paolo's chest so he can read from it and turn pages with one hand and scribble in a notebook laid open on the bed with the other, but Paolo will surely complain again, and perhaps Jindosh can wait until he actually falls asleep to scribble some notes.
Compromise is a silly thing. He's not so sure about it.]
Alright. I'm not going to stop to tell you what every other word means, so don't ask. [Not that Paolo's pride would allow him to ask, but Jindosh is going to say this anyway. He'll just read, then, a little awkwardly at first but more smoothly within the first few pages, this illuminating volume on—
the history and usage of whale oil and other theoretical applications. He adds his own marginal notes, which he says out loud for Paolo's benefit.]
[Paolo would like to think he made it pretty far, when Jindosh was losing him halfway through the first chapter. There were words he didn't know the meaning of, and he almost asked just to tease him. Almost. He figured it might just come back tenfold with how stupid the question could be.
But it's just too boring. Little jabs at his ego during his notes turned to mindless agreeing, to inaudible mumbling, to silence. It wasn't hard to tell when he'd fallen asleep, muscles relaxed and his expression, for probably the first time in Jindosh's company, was completely peaceful.]
[Paolo is ridiculous and Jindosh studiously ignores him, save for when one of his hands finds its way back into Paolo's hair where it's been for so much of this evening, running his fingers through it lightly and almost distractedly while he just keeps reading. He's ignoring Paolo's commentary, all but talking to himself as he adds his own snide remarks about the book itself by the time Paolo falls asleep.
Ah. Jindosh trails off mid-sentence when he realizes, looking down at Paolo again as he lowers the book and puts it down to the side. This isn't like him—to come back and do this simply because Paolo looked disappointed that he was leaving? To read to him? Is he overestimating the significance of his feelings after sleeping with him, or did sleeping with him bring these feelings to the forefront of his mind after being ignored??
All of it feels like a fist closed around his heart and he hates it, but he smooths Paolo's hair back one more time before sighing shortly, inaudibly, and flipping pages in that notebook on the bed so he can in fact do some work.
Somehow, at an obscene hour to still be awake, Jindosh manages to rearrange their sleeping positions without shaking Paolo awake (he doesn't want to hear the whining, honestly) and lies down for his requisite 4 hours of sleep. If he can even get that many, tonight.]
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[He paused, his grin growing wider.] 'S why I was so surprised you were a blushing virgin. [He can make jabs too, both verbal and at Jindosh's chest.] If Luca's too dumb to get anything out of you, then why'd you even go?
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Blushing, please. [He wiggles his hand over Paolo's on his chest, to stop him from poking. Don't taunt him about his, uh, purity. Technically speaking.] As I told you, being in the Duke's good graces—more or less—has its own advantages, most of them monetary. And he has plenty of room in his atrocious palace to get away from his festivities, and plenty of drunken idiots with loose pockets who love to spend their money on the latest innovations.
[And grapes.]
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[All that without kissing him, what a tease.] And I will get my hands on it.
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Ambition suits you, Paolo. I daresay I'm looking forward to seeing it.
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We aren't going to see it if I keep whittling away-- [There he goes with another one, damn his weakness,] --instead of resting.
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Gay emphasis. Paolo is totally his now, and that's going surprisingly well.]
If you're tired, then sleep. I won't keep you up. [He understands the need for an adequate amount of rest, see. But he also assumes Paolo will helpfully move off of him and let him go work until his own four hours of sleep are due. Waiting...]
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Is he clueless? Absolutely not, but he'd rather intentionally keep him there than lay alone.] Holdin' you to that. Don't stay up and-- [he yawns, burying that smirk in his chest,] --complicate things. As you do...
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Complicate— What are you talking about? I'm not going to sleep. [Here, he'll start poking at Paolo's shoulder, like that will get him to get up and let Jindosh go. He can still get an hour or two of work in, why isn't he working??]
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[Obviously, he thinks this carries some weight. Even if it isn't, though, he's still putting his own physical on him so he won't easily escape.] With me. Not your tools.
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If you're sleeping, what is the difference?
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[But Paolo is easy, for worse in this case. The most he can do is look unhappy about it.] I'm sure I'm warmer than your tools, but... if you want to sit on that sore ass, don't tell me about it in the morning.
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Which is harder than it sounds when now he's thinking about the look on Paolo's face and his stupid, emotional comments and goddamn it, it's barely five minutes before Jindosh returns, now for some reason clad in atrocious Karnaca-equivalent sweatpants and carrying a small stack of books including at least two notebooks.
These, he drops onto the bed next to Paolo's head whether he's still awake to pay attention or not, and sighs noisily as he sits down after them.]
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He still stared blearily as the notebooks dropped, in a place between being exhausted and annoyed Jindosh hadn't stayed with him. Annoyance was significantly less, though, seeing as he's fighting back a smile.]
Really?
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Whatever. He's sitting, and very pointedly not lying down because he wouldn't be able to work that way and he is going to work. So there.]
Yes, really. I'm here, aren't I? The bed isn't empty any longer. [go to sleep you dumb little jerk.]
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He is silent, for the most part. If you don't count an almost incoherant "thank you."]
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Hmm. He hears that mumble, don't worry, but he won't comment on it because the Feelings are too much for him right now.] You want me to read to you?
[Is that... the pseudo-request here?? Is it?]
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Yeah. [He won't meet his eyes, because it's somewhat embarrassing at this rate, but.] If you want.
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Compromise is a silly thing. He's not so sure about it.]
Alright. I'm not going to stop to tell you what every other word means, so don't ask. [Not that Paolo's pride would allow him to ask, but Jindosh is going to say this anyway. He'll just read, then, a little awkwardly at first but more smoothly within the first few pages, this illuminating volume on—
the history and usage of whale oil and other theoretical applications. He adds his own marginal notes, which he says out loud for Paolo's benefit.]
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But it's just too boring. Little jabs at his ego during his notes turned to mindless agreeing, to inaudible mumbling, to silence. It wasn't hard to tell when he'd fallen asleep, muscles relaxed and his expression, for probably the first time in Jindosh's company, was completely peaceful.]
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Ah. Jindosh trails off mid-sentence when he realizes, looking down at Paolo again as he lowers the book and puts it down to the side. This isn't like him—to come back and do this simply because Paolo looked disappointed that he was leaving? To read to him? Is he overestimating the significance of his feelings after sleeping with him, or did sleeping with him bring these feelings to the forefront of his mind after being ignored??
All of it feels like a fist closed around his heart and he hates it, but he smooths Paolo's hair back one more time before sighing shortly, inaudibly, and flipping pages in that notebook on the bed so he can in fact do some work.
Somehow, at an obscene hour to still be awake, Jindosh manages to rearrange their sleeping positions without shaking Paolo awake (he doesn't want to hear the whining, honestly) and lies down for his requisite 4 hours of sleep. If he can even get that many, tonight.]