Giotto’s escape
As soon as the door of the lab was closed, Giotto jumped to his feet. But instead of running out to open my cage, he took his time taking off his vertical striped pyjamas shirt, similar to a prisoner’s one, and started to brush his teeth. He was shirtless in front of the mirror and did his things with endless calm, and when he was done, not happy, he started to apply tons and tons of moisturizer on his face.
«Grrrr (Is this the moment to get groomed?» I growled at him.
He looked at me and slid his hands pointed towards himself up and down a few times «(It’s been months since I’ve gone out, you don’t want me to go out like this, do you?)»
«Bau (Dawn will break soon, don’t you see? There no time to lose)» I answered looking at the skylight.
«Both of his hands pointed tow
