[ It is nice. It is not helpful. Michel is trying hard not to think how soft that felt against his palm even as he snatches his hand away. Hopefully the Ganymede-clone can hang on of his own volition. ]
I'm trying to find a grip to throw you!
[ Him. You. Whichever. He shoots a look of betrayal at his double, who is still just standing there holding Ganymede, having received no further instructions. ]
Do something about this!
[ Probably not anywhere near specific enough. The Michel clone moves one step and then stops. That was... doing something, technically. ]
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I'm trying to find a grip to throw you!
[ Him. You. Whichever. He shoots a look of betrayal at his double, who is still just standing there holding Ganymede, having received no further instructions. ]
Do something about this!
[ Probably not anywhere near specific enough. The Michel clone moves one step and then stops. That was... doing something, technically. ]