[Jindosh does not trust warmth and welcome. No, that isn't true; Jindosh does not know warmth and welcome as anything other than papier-mâché facades, brittle and plastering over ugly truths and unpleasant features. Perhaps once he knew warm— his mother, before she feared him and cast him aside to be raised by a grown brother who had no time for him— and perhaps he once knew welcome— but not anymore.
Not to say that it bothers him; it doesn't. But warmth and welcome happen to other people and so to Jindosh he expects, ordinarily, something gnarled and unsightly under hushed tones and open smiles. Ordinarily. In this moment, after his- his episode, or whatever that was, when Paolo looks at him with debatable concern and speaks softly to him, something in Jindosh leans eagerly into it at the same time the rest of him goes stiff, frowning.
The beetle collector and the Grand Inventor are at war within him, but that isn't really any of Paolo's business. Jindosh lifts a hand halfway to his own shoulder to brush Paolo's hand off and then doesn't, letting it fall and turning his head with a scoff.]
Forgive my impatience, but your predecessor was a lazy imbecile with only one useful vice among many. [Hint: it was spending money on robots.] You are so fortunate to come from nothing, instead of a lineage of idiots.
[A beat, and then he gestures and quirks an eyebrow, as if he is the one who decided they're going to get out of here and Paolo is the one loitering. Go, little man.]
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Not to say that it bothers him; it doesn't. But warmth and welcome happen to other people and so to Jindosh he expects, ordinarily, something gnarled and unsightly under hushed tones and open smiles. Ordinarily. In this moment, after his- his episode, or whatever that was, when Paolo looks at him with debatable concern and speaks softly to him, something in Jindosh leans eagerly into it at the same time the rest of him goes stiff, frowning.
The beetle collector and the Grand Inventor are at war within him, but that isn't really any of Paolo's business. Jindosh lifts a hand halfway to his own shoulder to brush Paolo's hand off and then doesn't, letting it fall and turning his head with a scoff.]
Forgive my impatience, but your predecessor was a lazy imbecile with only one useful vice among many. [Hint: it was spending money on robots.] You are so fortunate to come from nothing, instead of a lineage of idiots.
[A beat, and then he gestures and quirks an eyebrow, as if he is the one who decided they're going to get out of here and Paolo is the one loitering. Go, little man.]