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

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Who ❄ Michel and friends(?)
What ❄ area runs & overflow
When ❄ September and on
Where ❄ dungeons, assorted
Content Warnings ❄ kidnapping, captivity, suicidal ideation, self harm, TBA

⬣ Chasing Sunshine's Two Wings

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[ganymed]

I don't know either.

[ A small pout starts to form on his face for a moment, but he wants to go and experience eating out with Michel. It's such a simple desire, yet he can do that thing couples do in restaurants, where they hold out a piece of food, and bring it close to their partner, and asking them to open wide.

...

Yeah he's just like this. ]

Me too.

...What kind of food do you like?

[ Has he asked before? He doesn't know, but it might help for future restaurant-huntings. ]

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[ Michel, blissfully oblivious to how much he's going to die of embarrassment (and sappy contentment) in the future, frowns a little in thought.

Ganymede might or might not have asked him that before, but Tylor certainly has. He's not getting better at answering it. ]

I'm not particular. I eat whatever [ Didier sends ] I happen to have. Baking is too much trouble.

[ Does that narrow it down at all... ]

What about you?

[ganymed]

[ He'll discover Michel's secret inclinations towards which food someday. The joy of well-cooked food by another person's hands might revive favorites previously unknown straight into the world of the living! ]

Seafood, pastas, sweets...things like that. I'm not too picky either, but those are basically the big ones.

[ This is making him a bit more hungry. And by a bit we mean a lot. Maybe because it's probably nearing dinner time for him. ]

...Was there anything you liked when you were younger, though? A certain kind of meal?

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[ Somehow, it suits Ganymede... It makes Michel want to go look up restaurants and daydream about a nice evening out for what must be the first time in his life. ]

It's difficult for me to remember anything like that...

[ He had never thought about it all that much, until suddenly, food was whatever scraps were put in front of him. And then he'd completely stopped caring what he put in his mouth at all. But he strains his memory. He wants to come up with something for Ganymede, at least. ]

...Beignets? Oeufs en meurette. I liked both of those.

we can probably build this or have this tag as a Wrap

[ganymed]

...That's good enough for me.

[ Ganymede murmurs softly, closing his eyes again. It seems all is forgiven but he hopes that Michel doesn't beat himself up too badly.

He feels like that's the type of thing he'd do. He'll probably remain like this for awhile longer, though, until either he for once actually commits the cardinal sin of asleep while playing or Michel reminds him to log out. ]

YE <3333

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[ Michel's shoulders shake very slightly in amusement; what would Ganymede have done if it wasn't enough? Interrogated him until he manifested more foods he liked? He closes his eyes in brief contentment and wraps his arms around Ganymede to keep him secure where he is.

If he falls asleep like this, the AFK effect will probably be funny. But Michel isn't going to encourage him to move when he can keep an eye on him right here. Probably they'll both fall asleep just like this. ]