[ This had better not be the way to make a flat Ganymede...
It seems like he's going to get away with that. Or, maybe he's doing the right thing? He repeats the motion, touch as light as a butterfly alighting, not really daring to do more than that. ]
You seem to be rounding up.
[ Although Michel also isn't feeling much in the counting mood. He closes his eyes as he tries to picture it, the pressure of a crowd; despite himself, a tiny shiver passes through him.
Still. He might brave being part of a crowd to see Ganymede dance. ]
I would despise it. But, you... what drew you to it?
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This had better not be the way to make a flat Ganymede...It seems like he's going to get away with that. Or, maybe he's doing the right thing? He repeats the motion, touch as light as a butterfly alighting, not really daring to do more than that. ]
You seem to be rounding up.
[ Although Michel also isn't feeling much in the counting mood. He closes his eyes as he tries to picture it, the pressure of a crowd; despite himself, a tiny shiver passes through him.
Still. He might brave being part of a crowd to see Ganymede dance. ]
I would despise it. But, you... what drew you to it?