[Don't steal his things, just ask. Jindosh doesn't mind Paolo cozying up to him at all - that is literally the point of pulling him close, in fact, and yet his silvergraph explanation remains totally factual and makes perfect sense if the listener spends all his time with his face stuck in a machine. So. Jindosh gets it, and that's what counts.]
Mm. I haven't taken many pictures, since... [He waves his other hand; since he was unwell.] A few here and there, to test new components, you know.
[Paolo doesn't know. Jindosh goes on,] But I believe I already have enough of the docks. What else do you recommend?
[Babe... well, he didn't come back for a date for five days because he was busy nearly getting murdered over spooky magical items, so Jindosh can't say this is a surprise. Does Paolo know what he's doing at all??]
If you want a portrait of the two of us, Paolo, you only have to ask. [Like, actually ask.]
Don't make me. You know what I mean. [If he weren't leaning into him, half awake in Jindosh's robe, maybe he would have sounded as stern as he tried to be. But it doesn't matter anyhow, since he's going to undermine it anyway.
He took a deep breath and leaned off him, making some attempt to comb through his hair with his fingers.] I want a portrait of us. Let's do one before I can change my mind. [That's as close as he'll get to asking. Indulge him, babe.]
[Ah, he's cute when he can't use his words like a grownup. Unlike Jindosh, who knows exactly what he's doing at all times. Maybe he does know better now—he had most of a week to think about it uninterrupted by kisses, after all. That remains to be seen.]
Then you would like to do one right now? [In his robe? Just checking. Then his hands are on Paolo's shoulders from behind him, gently urging him forward.] Let me show you where to stand. Only one of these is equippd for self portraits.
[In hindsight, he should probably have at least put on one of his shirts again. But it's too late for that now, taking a few steps for the camera he knew to be the right one before he caught himself.]
I don't wanna see copies of it anywhere. Just you and me. [He might be doing this willingly, but no one can know he's this cute!! He probably shouldn't be getting so tense to make this look good, but...] Void knows it'd end up in the paper or something. No one needs that.
[Now he's stuck in the cute robe, good. Jindosh hums again as he leads Paolo to the right place to stand, turning him to face the silvergraph machine and tugging the front of the robe a little to make it look neater. If they're going to have a private couple's portrait, they can at least have one where Paolo doesn't look like he just rolled out of bed.]
Of couse not. Two copies, and not one more. [He's pretty obviously in a great mood about this, look at him go... There's a little smile on his face as he smooths Paolo's hair back one more time for him and then turns away to set up the picture. Hmm, couple picture, hmmm.]
Try to stand up straight. [This as he comes back to stand beside Paolo and put his arm around him again. See, Paolo has to stand up straight because he's so short, he needs to be make sure he's in frame...] And look into the lens. Are you ready?
[Whenever he's ready, Jindosh will pull the string or whatever to take this old-fashioned selfie.]
[There it is. That rare smile of Jindosh's that never fails to captivate Paolo. It's pathetic how little effort he has to put in to capture his attention, to have him stand as tall as he can and do anything he asks.
It's pathetic, but he's doing it anyway. Just hours ago he was bruising his knuckles against Overseer skulls, and now he's anxious to make a simple picture look good. He almost had trouble smiling for it, but one look at his... his boyfriend's face fixes that easy. He leaned his head into Jindosh as the camera flashed.]
One of these days my face is gonna break it. [Again with the self depreciating humor. It's half-hearted, though, in some effort to distract himself from the fact he's actually starting to like this sort of thing.] ... Thank you, Kirin.
[For the opportunity?? For letting him back into his home?? No, it's because his old picture was too worn for his liking. But that's better left unsaid.]
Oh, be quiet. [Please, all these comments... Just because Paolo's ears stick out doesn't mean he's completely repulsive! Jindosh thinks he's attractive and that's what counts. He lingers there holding Paolo at his side for a moment after that cute little thank you, then pulls away to take the actual picture out of the machine and do... whatever... with it. So Paolo can take it home later.
It's another moment where he might say something, but he can't quite think of it. Mm.]
Are you hungry? I doubt the Abbey has been feeding you for days.
[Paolo makes an effort to sigh so loudly it's just short of a whine, but he'll let Jindosh develop the photos. It hardly makes him any less attached at the hip, snaking his arms around him and laying his head on his back. Paolo is too cute.]
Probably got more than you eat willingly. [He's teasing this time, at least. He leans up in some effort to kiss the back of his neck, but all it winds up being is fighting to laying his head over his shoulder. Stupid clothes.] I am, though. You gonna come with me if I get something?
[Oh—damn it, he is cute. Thankfully Jindosh can develop these pictures without needing to detach Paolo, but he makes a vague noise of protest when Paolo pulls on him to try kissing his neck. Help, he doesn't want to bend that far back—]
Will you stop pulling on me and get dressed if I do?
Mmmm... Maybe. [Maybe he just wants to parade around in his robe, Jindosh. No, Paolo will detach himself, but only after pulling him far down enough for a kiss to his cheek.]
I should start leaving some things here, unless you want all your fancy things dirty. [He says mindlessly, not thinking of any implications of making himself at home. He was off to wear Jindosh's clothes again, is all. It's fine. He's dragging himself away to do that. It's fine.]
[Paolo, his spine... Jindosh shrugs him off after the kiss to his cheek like he's annoyed, but he still turns to reach out and pull Paolo closer by the front of his robe and kiss him on the mouth before he drags himself away. Is that... a yes? A no?? Is anything clear about Jindosh's fussing?
He supposes Paolo will just be in his clothes again, which he does enjoy. And he's just bathed, so what is there to complain about... hm.
Hmm. He's following.] I ought to bill you for the laundry. [He says, never doing this.]
You ought to do a lot of things to me. [Paolo's stupid little grin lingers on his face from the satisfaction of Jindosh kissing him. He shouldn't get so giddy from the small things proving he likes him, and yet.
Look at him, he even had Jindosh's clothes picked out and folded nicely besides... his dirty pile of a vest and suit pieces. He crouches to the latter, rummaging through pockets until he withdrew a silent pocket watch. It didn't seem to matter it wasn't ticking, it was going with his things as he dressed nicely for once. For once.
His shirt is still ridiculously huge on him, buttoning it up.] Your staff'll be happy to see me and my mess, I'm sure.
They do talk to you more than they talk to me, you know. Can you believe one of the guards had the nerve to ask me about you, when you were off running amok with your people? As if my personal life is any of their business.
[How dare they treat him like a person?? Very offensive. Should be ashamed.
He can't stop himself from moving closer to Paolo and brushing his hands away, to do up the last buttons on his shirt himself. At least they're both thin enough that the shirt stops at being simply too long, and not a tent on Paolo.]
How dare they. The audacity. [Paolo tried to play along, but he can't help but grin from ear to ear. Jindosh was doing up his own shirt, and whether or not it was because he didn't trust him to look nice didn't matter. It was cute.]
Maybe they'll miss me for you. [He mused, pulling a vest over his shoulders as soon he's done up enough. We're just going to say he pulled his pants on already.] I'll have to tell them more stories about you. They were so interested last time...
I think you were pissed at me. [Paolo sighs, closing his hands over Jindosh's. He leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth, pushing his fingers to through to lace them together.] And I missed you more. But that's fine.
[You know, being in love with him and everything. He understands.]
Perhaps. [yes, so pissed,] But you did come, in the end...
[That counts for something. And he missed Paolo enough to loiter with him here now, squeezing his hands and leaning down to kiss him again, wasting perfectly good meal time on this affection. It's fine; they're both a bit starved for this, too.]
I'll... [What? He can't say he can keep his word, as much as he hates the fact. His business was unpredictable and so far, as much as he'd like to spend the rest of his days this comfortable.
He'll trail off and kissed him again to think, ignoring his stomach growling in protest. What can he promise? He's already falling for him.] ... I'll always come back to you. Late or not. First life or the second. Cross my heart.
[That's a lot more Paolo-in-love than Jindosh expected from just a comment. He blinks down at him, surprised - he was really pissed, okay - then tugs his hands away from Paolo's and tugs the bottom of his vest straight before winding an arm around his waist.]
I should have you give me your word in writing. Let's find you something to eat.
Shouldn't be too hard. [The food and writing both. He likes the arm around him more than he should too much, but he's been craving it after spending so long without these little things. The most intimacy he's had most of the week is patting a face before cut a throat.
So yes, he is as happy as passing staff perceived him. It wasn't much; there was the corner of his lips twitching when they went through the rooms, and a minor lean into Jindosh as they walked. Blink and you miss it. Some didn't blink.] You uh... you ate, right? More than toast.
[Jindosh, naturally, totally ignores the staff as they pass. He seems to be over taking the long way around, especially after it was made completely obvious to him the last five days that everyone working in the mansion knows he's with Paolo in some capacity. But he's still ignoring the way the staff look at the two of them, especially the ones who try to catch his eye and smile.
Not now. For fuck's sake. He'll need to put up a sign about not being the staff's friend.]
If I didn't eat without you around, Paolo, I wouldn't have made it to this age. I ate more than toast, yes. [rolling his eyes......] What would you like? I'll have it prepared.
[Hmmmm... that's satisfactory for now. Jindosh is lucky his staff is so cute, so he doesn't rib him about how little he probably weighed. Paolo will be their friend later, when Jindosh is working and he's skulking around.]
I could eat an entire jellied eel about now. [Ew, gross, no--] But uh... I dunno, ham? Potatoes? Soup? My nan used to make great soup outta that... [his nan,]
Your... hmm. [His nan, goodness, Paolo is a sap, isn't he? Good to know.] I suppose if you tell the cooks what you're looking for, they'll do their best. [He's trying,]
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Mm. I haven't taken many pictures, since... [He waves his other hand; since he was unwell.] A few here and there, to test new components, you know.
[Paolo doesn't know. Jindosh goes on,] But I believe I already have enough of the docks. What else do you recommend?
[Take the hint, babe. This is the moment.]
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Could... could always take pictures of other people. [Uh--] Y'know. Couples.
[The one time he tries to be subtle, it's awful.] Couples... here. Us. Testing components and... all that.
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If you want a portrait of the two of us, Paolo, you only have to ask. [Like, actually ask.]
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He took a deep breath and leaned off him, making some attempt to comb through his hair with his fingers.] I want a portrait of us. Let's do one before I can change my mind. [That's as close as he'll get to asking. Indulge him, babe.]
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Then you would like to do one right now? [In his robe? Just checking. Then his hands are on Paolo's shoulders from behind him, gently urging him forward.] Let me show you where to stand. Only one of these is equippd for self portraits.
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I don't wanna see copies of it anywhere. Just you and me. [He might be doing this willingly, but no one can know he's this cute!! He probably shouldn't be getting so tense to make this look good, but...] Void knows it'd end up in the paper or something. No one needs that.
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Of couse not. Two copies, and not one more. [He's pretty obviously in a great mood about this, look at him go... There's a little smile on his face as he smooths Paolo's hair back one more time for him and then turns away to set up the picture. Hmm, couple picture, hmmm.]
Try to stand up straight. [This as he comes back to stand beside Paolo and put his arm around him again. See, Paolo has to stand up straight because he's so short, he needs to be make sure he's in frame...] And look into the lens. Are you ready?
[Whenever he's ready, Jindosh will pull the string or whatever to take this old-fashioned selfie.]
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It's pathetic, but he's doing it anyway. Just hours ago he was bruising his knuckles against Overseer skulls, and now he's anxious to make a simple picture look good. He almost had trouble smiling for it, but one look at his... his boyfriend's face fixes that easy. He leaned his head into Jindosh as the camera flashed.]
One of these days my face is gonna break it. [Again with the self depreciating humor. It's half-hearted, though, in some effort to distract himself from the fact he's actually starting to like this sort of thing.] ... Thank you, Kirin.
[For the opportunity?? For letting him back into his home?? No, it's because his old picture was too worn for his liking. But that's better left unsaid.]
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It's another moment where he might say something, but he can't quite think of it. Mm.]
Are you hungry? I doubt the Abbey has been feeding you for days.
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Probably got more than you eat willingly. [He's teasing this time, at least. He leans up in some effort to kiss the back of his neck, but all it winds up being is fighting to laying his head over his shoulder. Stupid clothes.] I am, though. You gonna come with me if I get something?
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Will you stop pulling on me and get dressed if I do?
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I should start leaving some things here, unless you want all your fancy things dirty. [He says mindlessly, not thinking of any implications of making himself at home. He was off to wear Jindosh's clothes again, is all. It's fine. He's dragging himself away to do that. It's fine.]
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He supposes Paolo will just be in his clothes again, which he does enjoy. And he's just bathed, so what is there to complain about... hm.
Hmm. He's following.] I ought to bill you for the laundry. [He says, never doing this.]
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Look at him, he even had Jindosh's clothes picked out and folded nicely besides... his dirty pile of a vest and suit pieces. He crouches to the latter, rummaging through pockets until he withdrew a silent pocket watch. It didn't seem to matter it wasn't ticking, it was going with his things as he dressed nicely for once. For once.
His shirt is still ridiculously huge on him, buttoning it up.] Your staff'll be happy to see me and my mess, I'm sure.
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[How dare they treat him like a person?? Very offensive. Should be ashamed.
He can't stop himself from moving closer to Paolo and brushing his hands away, to do up the last buttons on his shirt himself. At least they're both thin enough that the shirt stops at being simply too long, and not a tent on Paolo.]
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Maybe they'll miss me for you. [He mused, pulling a vest over his shoulders as soon he's done up enough. We're just going to say he pulled his pants on already.] I'll have to tell them more stories about you. They were so interested last time...
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Don't, for the sake of my nerves. I don't need to start being familiar with the staff now, of all times.
[Whatever that means... He pauses, hand still lightly holding the lapels of his vest. Mm.] You think I didn't miss you? Hmm.
[So maybe most of his thoughts about Paolo were angry these past few days, never mind the details.]
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[You know, being in love with him and everything. He understands.]
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[That counts for something. And he missed Paolo enough to loiter with him here now, squeezing his hands and leaning down to kiss him again, wasting perfectly good meal time on this affection. It's fine; they're both a bit starved for this, too.]
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He'll trail off and kissed him again to think, ignoring his stomach growling in protest. What can he promise? He's already falling for him.] ... I'll always come back to you. Late or not. First life or the second. Cross my heart.
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I should have you give me your word in writing. Let's find you something to eat.
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So yes, he is as happy as passing staff perceived him. It wasn't much; there was the corner of his lips twitching when they went through the rooms, and a minor lean into Jindosh as they walked. Blink and you miss it. Some didn't blink.] You uh... you ate, right? More than toast.
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Not now. For fuck's sake. He'll need to put up a sign about not being the staff's friend.]
If I didn't eat without you around, Paolo, I wouldn't have made it to this age. I ate more than toast, yes. [rolling his eyes......] What would you like? I'll have it prepared.
[No pudding hate this time, babe.]
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I could eat an entire jellied eel about now. [Ew, gross, no--] But uh... I dunno, ham? Potatoes? Soup? My nan used to make great soup outta that... [his nan,]
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Your... hmm. [His nan, goodness, Paolo is a sap, isn't he? Good to know.] I suppose if you tell the cooks what you're looking for, they'll do their best. [He's trying,]
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