dumbshow | incredibly indulgent shipping post

[Stop being so impatient. Jindosh pokes him between the shoulders to mean something to this effect, scooting his stool a little closer again. Hmm.]

I did tell you I would make it worth your while. [Like, okay, that was about the other thing, but never mind that.] I'll kiss you when I've finished my sketch and some of my drink.

[So in a few minutes, if Paolo can hold out that long... Jindosh leaning forward is preceded by the sound of him putting his notebook down and his hand sliding to rest on Paolo's waist, followed by a kiss pressed to the back of his neck. There, enjoy.]

Knew you'd like it. [Paolo set his glass aside half empty, sighing as if waiting was the worst thing to ever happen to him. He could complain, but he won't, and he finds he's glad he didn't.]

Should get ink there... Something you'd like. [He leaned back into his hold, turning his head to try and get a better look at him.] Another star? A gear? Not a bird's head...

Don't put a gear there. That's ridiculous. [It would also look really stupid, but never mind. A bird head would look fine, very scary, but it's not Paolo's animal theme of choice so he won't make a case for it...

But anyway, Jindosh slides his arm further around Paolo's waist, since this gay pseudo-cuddling thing is apparently happening.] Why not just have my name inked in? That's straight to the point.

[This is a joke, however,]

Oh yeah? [Paolo laughs initially, but his gaze casts down to the floor in thought. Another idea? No, he'll play with this one.] In the uh... font you have on your brand. Pretty sure she'd stab me if I ever suggested it.

[Not that he would... he thinks. This gay pseudo-cuddling is nice, though, so he'll lean his head back in some attempt to reach his lips.] I am yours, after all.

[Paolo, please. Jindosh scoffs, but leans down a little awkwardly in this position to kiss him quickly anyway. Now he's picturing it...]

That you are. There must be a way to make that clear besides free advertising for my business, however.

You'd like it. [He smirks, leaning forward after the kiss to expose his neck again.] You can probably see it now, right? I'd even let you write it on me to try on for size, gone by morning.

[That's probably a bad idea, and yet,]

[Oh, it's a terrible idea. There's no way "gone by morning applies here," maybe "smudged by morning" at best. And yet...

Jindosh reaches for a pen. Too late now; maybe he wants to see the inevitable "smudged by morning" regrets. He's a treasure.] Hold still.

[Jindosh does whatever he wants, still. Hold still while he writes his name here...]

[Paolo's drinking has thankfully made him ignore that Mindy was going to see his back, so he only struggles to stop moving because he's laughing. He bites his finger and looks ahead with a grin, like he was absolutely not supposed to be doing this but it just too thrilling.

He doesn't feel so old and tired with Jindosh. It's nice.] Better be big and bold. Don't wuss out on me.

[Jindosh has never felt old a day in his life, so he can't relate. Paolo makes him feel something new that fills in the dark spots in his mind with something pleasant, though, so—there is that.]

It's going to look foolish if you keep fidgeting. Be still... [It's still probably going to be a little less than precise, since he's never tried to duplicate the dramatic lines of his own logo on someone's neck before, but here goes. When he's through he sits back with a hum, considering it.]

It has to dry, but that will do the trick.

You like it? [Paolo nearly stretches his arms, but freezes just before. He's careful in leaning back instead, actually making an effort not to smudge anything. Since when did he care about these things??

Jindosh is making him a good person and he hates it.] Be honest.

[Jindosh has never made anyone a good person, Paolo must be confused. He puts the pen down and considers the ink again, this time while he wiggles his fingers against Paolo's stars. Hmm!!]

It has a certain appeal, that much is certain...

Something to consider, then. [Paolo says with a wink. Is he joking?? Is he serious?? Another one of his secrets.]

[It's been like, three whole minutes without kissing. He's turning in his chair to change that.] Doubt you ever wanna try Howler's on for size, but you let me know if that changes.

[Getting a tattoo? He couldn't bear it. What a suggestion. Also Mindy would probably write something awful on him that he could never ever remove, and he doesn't even know her!! See.]

Don't get your hopes up, now. [He may, however, have a kiss. Jindosh is a man of his word, so tilting Paolo's chin up to kiss him properly is definitely happening.]

Course not. [Paolo shuts eyes, leaning into it with a hand coming to rest at Jindosh's neck. He can't be comfortable, leaning out of his chair for it, but it doesn't seem to deter him any.]

Suppose it's too early to take our drinks elsewhere...? [How many times has he kissed Jindosh since this morning? He doesn't know, but here goes another.]

[Jindosh leans into this next kiss as well, sliding his hand along Paolo's jaw to cup his face since he still shouldn't touch his neck with all the ink there. Elsewhere, is it...?]

I do have a sitting room, which you've already seen. [Home invader. They can go kiss more on his expensive couch. He'll lead the way, standing up and reaching for his drink.] Come with me.

I should get a grand formal tour one day. With one of your guests. [Paolo nearly forgets his trying to take one of Jindosh's hands, and that shirt is just staying on the table.]

Your maids already don't like me, so I hope they don't wander too far. [He'd never hear the end of the name on his back... He probably should have grabbed it, oh well.]

With one of the... [He's about to object, but. Actually.] We'll see. You've already scandalized the staff—and the maids aren't fond of me, but they'll keep to themselves if they like being paid.

[Ideally. They'll whisper, but they probably won't approach voluntarily. Jindosh leads them the long way around anyway, this time, until they reach the sitting room with his own damn picture hung over the fireplace. This is fine, sit down, sit down.]

[The picture is the first thing he noticed, and it isn't hard to tell with how he stops with a doubletake. There's a thousand insults he could burst with, but instead he laughs and spares it another glance. A glance that meant Jindosh might find it missing the next time he walks in here.

But the second thing Paolo noticed: the hookahs. As much as he loves the vape thumb, he's letting it go to drop onto the end of a couch with one. His face should not be as lit up as it is.] And you said you don't relax!

[Leave his picture alone... He'll replace it with one of Paolo if it mysteriously goes missing, don't test him. And ah, the hookahs. He glances at that one as he takes a seat on the same couch, hmm.]

There's something to be said for what just one of those will do for one's creativity. [So maybe sometimes he gets high and draws robots, that's fine, it's still work, technically.]

I am going to have to stick around for your brainstorming, aren't I? [That's enough proof that it isn't tobacco in them... one would think that would make him take a mild drag, but no. He's all in, blowing smoke and taking a long sip right after.]

Get creative with me. [Here, take this, get high and wasted with him.]

[Oh. Are they going to get drunk and high? This seems like an idea absolutely littered with holes. So many things could go wrong, or at least go strange.

But since none of this was ever in any kind of plan Jindosh had, whatever - he will indeed lean over to take a drag. Time to get drunk and high!!] It isn't too sweet for you?

I just have a distinct hatred for your pudding. Pudding don't make anyone feel like this. [When will his hate end?

Paolo takes the opportunity with his leaning to snake an arm around him, leaning to resume where his hand had left off. He plants a kiss at Jindosh's neck, just over where he'd marker him the night before.] You're too sweet for me.

[Jindosh has to slouch some to make this stay comfortable when Paolo puts an arm around him, but this is yet another affectionate gesture he's accepting without questioning it. He's comfortable, and they've really turned the day around into a nice one, so...]

Don't lie, Paolo. [He smirks into his glass on his next sip. God. Is this about being called sweet, or-] That pudding is heavenly.

[Or that. Stop PuddingHate.]

Ah, ah. No, we both agreed that you have terrible taste. [Paolo snickers, setting his glass aside. It hardly had anything in it at this rate, and his hand is better suited in tugging Jindosh's collar down.]

Atrocious, you said. [He hums, pleased to find his mark still there when he leaned in to plant another kiss over it.] You like bad things.

[Ah, there's Paolo, no longer being the blushing fool he's been so many times today. Jindosh shakes his head just slightly, the pudding is excellent, and then after looking at what's left of his drink ignores Paolo momentarily to tip the rest of it down at once.

He blinks a few times to get through that great decision and shifts to slide his arm between Paolo and the couch, around his waist again.] I do. I believe you've already called me a very bad man once today, and that is plenty.

[But speaking of the mark on his neck,] It itches, you know. How will you make it up to me?

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