[ Of all of Ganymede's smiles, is that perhaps Michel's favorite? He hasn't yet decided. He wants another century to catalog each and every one of them. The way his eyes brighten; the soft curve of his lips; it's more subdued than some of his others, but there's a depth and subtlety to it. Not simple pleasure but... happiness. In some pure and concentrated form.
Michel is still contemplating that, a man dazzled by the sun and too stricken by it to reply for a long moment. ]
Mm? Ah... o-of course.
[ Ganymede is busy, most likely. And as for Michel, well... He might find a warm place in Mac Anu to curl up and daydream as he falls asleep with his headset on. ]
...You can call on me. Whenever you happen to be free.
[ They can do this again, sometime. And until then, Michel can replay the memory of that dance in his thoughts, again and again. ]
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Michel is still contemplating that, a man dazzled by the sun and too stricken by it to reply for a long moment. ]
Mm? Ah... o-of course.
[ Ganymede is busy, most likely. And as for Michel, well... He might find a warm place in Mac Anu to curl up and daydream as he falls asleep with his headset on. ]
...You can call on me. Whenever you happen to be free.
[ They can do this again, sometime. And until then, Michel can replay the memory of that dance in his thoughts, again and again. ]