[ For once, Ganymede's abysmal luck was batted off by the blessings of some kind of fortunate force. Whatever can that be? We just don't know.

The other male's lingering stares do get the blond to raise a brow, before another hand to ~inconspicuously~ flip a portion of bangs from his hair. Clearly to improve what's lying before his eyes. ]

You really do seemed good-natured, actually. Who is to say you wouldn't let someone dunk you, especially if technically there might be a reward for it?

[ Prove him wrong, Michel. He dares you. ]

Hmm, that's a good question.

[ He says purposefully because they're doing this now, apparently. ]