[ There's a moment where he doesn't give her it just yet. Sinjoon just glances over to Minji and then continues to stare like that for a moment, almost like he needs a bit to consider this. Even though it's actually more that he's just thinking of how.. odd Minji is. Not since she doesn't seem to show much remorse, honestly, but that she'd still offer to clean it up..

.. Oh, well. Isn't that why he sticks around her? She's interesting and not annoying. (Not too annoying, anyway, considering Sinjoon's deadpan ups his tolerance for a lot of bullshit quite a bit.)

So he releases his grip on the paper towel, practically giving her it that way as he stands up, dusting off his pants by patting down his legs. ]

I can't wait for the next amazing story then. [ Dry.. ly....

Not like it's entirely sarcastic though, sometimes Minji's stories are oddly amusing, even if he assumes most of them are wildly exaggerated. The processes in her head, man. If he'll fully understand them one day, he'll be surprised.

Walking over to his canvas, he stares at the paint he did manage to get out here safely before that incident just now. ]

.. I'm out of dark colors now. [ Thanks to a certain person!! But he doesn't nearly sound that bitter about it, Sinjoon can shrug off smaller things. He doesn't even feel the need to hold how expensive that paint was over her head. Not really. ] Guess you'll have to be a blonde in this now.