[ Well... only one of these Ganymedes can really observe him. Michel turns towards the less evil clone, wishing his hair wasn't tied so that he could hide behind it again.

He reaches over to set one hand on top of Ganymede's head to keep him from craning too close. Ganymede might be stubborn, but at least he's still small. ]

Why would I be embarrassed? You're the one who was having your double impersonate a squirrel.

[ His heart is beginning to beat entirely too fast, and he doesn't know how much of that he enjoys. It's not unpleasant. But... it could easily turn that way. His blush is all the way to his eartips now, courtesy of his extremely pale skin. ]

If... if we're finished here, I'll be heading back first.