[ Maybe...a part of Michel has begun to awaken another side to him. The one who has remained sleeping for so long after having fallen into something close to a seemingly eternal slumber that was more ephemeral in the end.
Yet, even those flickers of waking have yet to truly breach past the realm of the dreaming into full cognizance. His smile appears, the blond's hands sticking behind his back for a moment as his own fingers play in a bit of fiddling. ]
Whatever you say, then.
[ It sounds like a cross between sarcasm and something potentially ... light-hearted. But he'd refuse to give a name to it. ]
...So, until next time, Winter.
[ And with that, Ganymede makes good on his promise, logging straight off finally. ]
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Yet, even those flickers of waking have yet to truly breach past the realm of the dreaming into full cognizance. His smile appears, the blond's hands sticking behind his back for a moment as his own fingers play in a bit of fiddling. ]
Whatever you say, then.
[ It sounds like a cross between sarcasm and something potentially ... light-hearted. But he'd refuse to give a name to it. ]
...So, until next time, Winter.
[ And with that, Ganymede makes good on his promise, logging straight off finally. ]