altimit | [ closed ] Winter in September (October, November...) (dungeons + catchall)

[ Well, that would be one way to make Michel log off and stay that way... Unfortunately, he in no way doubts Ganymede's tenacity. If he tells Ganymede he can't, he has every expectation that Ganymede would, just to prove a point.

He presses his palm briefly over Ganymede's mouth as if to shush him. Very briefly, lest he invoke exactly what he's trying to avoid by doing that. ]

Please... don't.

[ He really would die of embarrassment. But he drops his hand back to his side again, absorbing Ganymede's words in momentary silence. Someone to count on... ]

I should be the one saying those words to you. [ Although he has to fight a tiny snort at that muttered complaint. ] Leave me access to your room and I can finish it later.

[ What's the worst the mirror could show him, after all? Nothing he doesn't already still see, most likely. ]

[ A soft noise of surprise comes from Ganymede when the palm covers his mouth momentarily, blinking quite a few times even when it is taken away.

Lucky he's not the type to impishly lick his hand, Michel. ]

...Alright.

[ There's a momentary pause, though. ]

We can say the words to each other, right? [ Because they have each other's backs... he likes the thought a lot, actually. ] I'll give you access to my room, but, well. The mirror might pop up again, right?

I wouldn't want to make you do it and then experience something unpleasant.

[ He wants his furniture but not at the cost of the other man getting hurt like he did. He knows by now that it isn't exactly pleasant seeing someone you would rather not. And he remembers, that woman who showed up...wouldn't that be Michel's person? ]

[ If he dared, he could take both of them down in one move... both of them are fortunate for Ganymede's restraint.

For a moment Michel just looks down at him, lips parted. They could simply say it to each other. But the words that are easy to say, heartfelt, in the momentum of the moment take considerably more effort once he's stopped for thought. ]

...M-mhmm. [ Perfect. ] You can...

[ "Count on me as well" makes it somewhere to the back of his tongue and then stalls there, until he has to give an awkward little cough. But the thought is still complete without that. He hopes? ]

Now that I know it's possible, it isn't a problem. I can put it back in my inventory without looking.

[ Or look, and see if breaking the glass feels cathartic. If he doesn't happen to make any mirrors again when Ganymede isn't around... that lends a little weight to his hypothesis, too. ]

[ That'd be a surefire RIP in rest to the both of them, huh?

Ganymede knows himself the words aren't easy to say. But, well, he just...there is a line of thought in there and he knows what it is yet his head feels like it's filled with cotton for a second. Maybe because he's a touch embarrassed about it a little, though in a good way.

So perhaps that's why, even if Michel can't manage to finish his sentence, the sentiment easily reaches him. He just nods his head to acknowledge it, eyes soft, and a bit happy. Though, at the other part... ]

...If you ever run into it happening again, let me know. I think it's important, for many reasons. This shouldn't be something that's occurring, for either one of us.

[ Even if the company will suck at it. Plus if he knows it happened to Michel, he can be there for him. Though he's frowning, unable to keep from looking a bit worried. ]

Edited 2023-09-11 02:29 (UTC)

[ Michel ducks his head briefly, his expression softening despite the situation. That flicker of acknowledgment and warmth on Ganymede's face — for all that Michel struggles to voice things at times, and struggles to want to voice them more often than that, Ganymede so often seems to understand him anyway.

He's becoming complacent. Eventually there will be things that have to be spoken to be understood. But for right now, isn't it fine like this? ]

Not to worry. I intend to make note of it if it does.

[ It isn't quite the same thing as agreeing to tell Ganymede. But he will... unless there's a need to keep that information close to his chest. ]

No, I will worry. It's what I do.

[ Being paranoid, worrying. It'd be one thing if it were just him experiencing but he's basically entrusting the idea for the other male to make something that can very well traumatize him the same way Michel does. ]

You intend to make a note of it? What if you don't? What's the point if I'm the only one benefiting from this? I want to be certain, so agree with something that doesn't have any wiggleroom. Otherwise...I don't really need it!

We can always have other things made, right?

[ He says, stubbornly. Ganymede is absolutely fine without having this piece of furniture! He can live. But if something happens to Michel, and he can't be there to help him later on at the least, since he's not physically present... he can't allow that. It's not even that he's thinking it's the 'lack of telling', it's the wording that Ganymede gets stuck on. ]

[ The sharp-tongued exasperation in Ganymede's replies has become endearing at some nebulous point along the way. Michel isn't even surprised that he pounces on that ambiguity in his own way. But Michel's thoughts are hung up on something else entirely.

Ganymede is worried about him, and worrying about him being hurt over something trivial. But it's not quite that. ]

...Who said it was just for your benefit? I'm doing it because I want to.

[ And as casual as he tries to sound about it, there's weight behind the words. It means something to him. It means a lot to him. ]

I'll agree to make note of it. Will that be enough to satisfy you?

[ It's so strange to be the target of someone else's concern like this. It should feel confining and stifling. But it's not like that at all. ]

B-because...

[ It's only him who's benefiting from it now, right? Even if Michel gets hurt because of it—and knowing what he has seen it isn't just a minor injury. The idea that someone he cares about being put into a situation that is so debilitating makes him feel ill.

Even if honestly, he's touched. Though he looks away for a moment. ]

...It feels like I'm the only one reaping a reward, even if everything goes wrong.

[ And he hates it. But the fact Michel really wants to do this thing for him—really, when he was just having it for aesthetic purposes... ]

Yeah. It will. I'll definitely ask you about it too. And I'll give you proper thanks when you do manage to make the furniture. It's only fair.

You aren't. I haven't—

[ Michel's mouth shuts with a slightly audible click as he bites down to keep that comment from slipping out. He hasn't been able to get any of his jewelry crafts to come out reasonable. But Ganymede is never going to hear about that. ]

...Haven't been beta testing as much as I wish to. If I can create something useful while I'm observing the effects, so much the better. [ Stupid, stupid. Better or worse than just saying how much he wants to make something for Ganymede? ] I don't need any thanks. But I'll... answer whatever questions would put you at ease, later.

[ Your honor, the both of them just may be stupid.

Though he tilted his head for a second when his words seem to halt just for a scant moment there, before, of course, there is an amendment of sorts on Michel's end. So he is like internally, 'oh okay', without realizing two important facts, which he'd be unable to know anyway. For the moment??

But something about the comment seems a little strange. Though he argues probably not? Testing effects can be important too... or maybe he wanted to hear him say 'I wanted to create more things for you,'.

Yeah, stupidity at its finest. ]

I already plan to give you thanks, so there. [ Very mature of him, for sure. He's got this. ] ...I'll remember you said that. Got it?

[ So, does Ganymede also like stupid men?

Luckily, Ganymede's immature and stubborn streak is also infinitely charming to Michel. Would it be so terrible to be thanked? He did want Ganymede to like this... ]

It doesn't sound like I can stop you.

[ Nevermind the subtle brightening in his tone that might be hinting that he likes that about Ganymede. ]

Your memory is good. I resign myself to it.

[ Yes. Yes, he does. He is stupidsexual. ]

Exactly.

[ Ganymede coincidentally hears the slight brightness coming through Michel's tone, and is starting to look at least a little pleased with himself. ]

I was going to be offended if you said my memory wasn't. But, it looks like I won't have to be worried about that either. I'm not surprised though, since you're not the type of person to say rude things without a thought, unlike some people.

[ Sure, the other male is himself about in the way other people might think he's only rude, but Ganymede has already known he's more than that, and felt it too. ]

[ Is it better that Michel says rude things with thought? But he heroically curbs the impulse to ask, because he's the soul of restraint like that. ]

My memory is clear enough for me to realize that I need to choose my battles with you wisely...

[ Because Ganymede is the type to choose all of them, clearly. Although Michel thinks he came out on top of this little skirmish. He'll be able to finish making Ganymede some proper decorations, after all. ]

[ Curb your Enthusiasm: Ft. Michel ]

Is it because you basically lose all your battles with me?

[ Ganymede asks, knowing that's not true. He's just seeing how much he can get away with now, making his expression the face of an adorable, beautiful, and affectionate little punk. ]

[ Since when? Ganymede gets the longest, most deadpan flat look for that.

He really thinks he can just cute his way out of everything, doesn't he? Just because he is, in fact, exceptionally cute? Michel reaches over with both hands and very firmly pinches Ganymede's cheeks (face). ]

[ Since forever, he just might say!

But then he gets his cheeks pinched and flails. ]

H-hey! That's unfair!

Edited (shh) 2023-09-17 20:40 (UTC)

Which part, exactly?

[ Is it because he's winning, huh?

But he doesn't actually want to pull Ganymede's adorable face out of shape. He lets go after a moment, satisfied that he's made his point clear. ]

[ Rubbing his soft face with his own hands right now... ]

The part you did just now!

[ Because that makes perfect sense. Totally. ]

I don't remember that rule.

[ Because Ganymede made it up. Michel is trying to look as aloof as a cat, but he flicks a few glances down at Ganymede. He didn't really hurt him, did he? ]

And what rules do you actually remember?

[ Ganymede doesn't seem to let his hands linger on his face for long, huffing as he lets them fall back to his sides. So he seems fine, at least. ]

[ Ah, if Ganymede is fine...

Then Michel can just give him a little smirk that clearly says, "obviously, none." He can wait in patient silence for Ganymede to interpret it. ]

[ That's it. Recalling a certain technique, Ganymede leaps into action.

By this we mean with his tiny fingers he tries to poke at Michel's sides...! ]

[ This time, he has a shirt? And he's still not particularly ticklish.

He lets Ganymede try it for a moment or two before he reaches down to see if he can capture his hands. ]

So, there were no rules. That's what I thought.

[ UNFAIR ]

I didn't say there were no rules...!

[ He says with a big pout on his face, even as his hands are caught. Maybe he can try to climb him if he lets go of them. ]

[ Michel can see at least that far in the future, thank you. Ganymede's room seems like a particularly poor place to let that happen... Although with the mess of broken mirror still on the floor, he probably wouldn't get all that carried away. ]

Now you're just adding them after the fact.

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