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.:First Party Run, Recreational Runs & More:. [closed]
Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Dungeon-crawlin', exploring, talking with people. What can go wrong?
Now featuring some potentially cw-worthy memshares, or content involving that.
When ⬤ Following first meetings, and anything related to the below subjects.
Where ⬤ Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast, ΔHidden Forbidden Holy Ground, Root Towns
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of drunken behavior.
Further mentions and displays of captivity, kidnapping, stalking, and subjects relating to suicide.
[ Following some enlightening discussions that have more or less blossomed into actual plans, an unlikely band of four adventurers assemble!
Names added to friends' lists, details hashed out, which means one thing and one thing only, that the next point some adventuring is happening. Though, given that it is everyone's (probable?) first time, it seems that there is no way for anybody to choose specific places or areas they might like!
Thankfully, that's what the random Area Exploration mechanic is for.
Ganymede steps forward, and just decides to select a perfect set of coordinates for everyone...
...Not! As if even he can be decisive at this point. He lets everyone know that these are the keywords they'll be working with. "Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast", that is.
So once the Chaos Gate is utilized for them to all cross over...
Welcome to the wonderful location of Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast! Apparently it's an area that has a rocky desert-like appearance that stretches out for miles on end. Not to mention, there is a wonderful-looking flesh wall that is the proper beginning of the dungeon crawling, and entry point into the actual dungeon that is bound to be teeming with treasure and creatures.
But, they're not inside that wall as of yet. ]
RESULTS: Can be viewed here, for our reference!
What ⬤ Dungeon-crawlin', exploring, talking with people. What can go wrong?
Now featuring some potentially cw-worthy memshares, or content involving that.
When ⬤ Following first meetings, and anything related to the below subjects.
Where ⬤ Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast, ΔHidden Forbidden Holy Ground, Root Towns
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of drunken behavior.
Further mentions and displays of captivity, kidnapping, stalking, and subjects relating to suicide.
[ Following some enlightening discussions that have more or less blossomed into actual plans, an unlikely band of four adventurers assemble!
Names added to friends' lists, details hashed out, which means one thing and one thing only, that the next point some adventuring is happening. Though, given that it is everyone's (probable?) first time, it seems that there is no way for anybody to choose specific places or areas they might like!
Thankfully, that's what the random Area Exploration mechanic is for.
Ganymede steps forward, and just decides to select a perfect set of coordinates for everyone...
...Not! As if even he can be decisive at this point. He lets everyone know that these are the keywords they'll be working with. "Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast", that is.
So once the Chaos Gate is utilized for them to all cross over...
Welcome to the wonderful location of Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast! Apparently it's an area that has a rocky desert-like appearance that stretches out for miles on end. Not to mention, there is a wonderful-looking flesh wall that is the proper beginning of the dungeon crawling, and entry point into the actual dungeon that is bound to be teeming with treasure and creatures.
But, they're not inside that wall as of yet. ]
RESULTS: Can be viewed here, for our reference!
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Long. Not as long as this.
[ If Ganymede wants to make a guessing game of it, perhaps he won't stop him. That curiosity could easily leave him feeling uneasy and suspicious. But right now, on a subject like this? It's a little charming. ]
Is that what it sounded like I said?
[ Maybe. Maybe he won't actually tell him no. ]
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Is it as long as mine? Or still shorter?
[ Maybe this little bit of carefree messing around is good for the soul. Getting his mind off of more, well, difficult matters, let us say.
Anyway, he gets up suddenly, maybe uh. Rocking the boat a little as he turns to show the other with hair going down to his waist. ]
And yes, it did!
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It's an easy question. He could answer. But in a moment of impulsiveness: ]
Guess.
[ They're being silly, aren't they? Lighthearted. This is how people do that... probably. Was he always such a serious child, that he can't even remember that? ]
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It's a little shorter than mine.
Well? Do I have it right?
[ Turning around with a flourish that lifts his hair a bit, light clothes practically dancing in the wind with the elegant movement. ]
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Wrong.
[ A pause, just to let himself enjoy that. Or because he's watching Ganymede all but dance on a boat. ]
It's about the same. But I'm taller.
[ And therefore, on a technicality, his must be longer. ]
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He puts his hands on his hips when he says 'wrong', waiting for the right answer. ]
...I should've gone with my first thought.
[ He almost mutters, but not quite. ]
So, you're as tall as you look, long hair...and same color eyes?
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...Yes. [
technically "red" eyes are the light shining through very pale blue, but Fatamoru doesn't acknowledge that so neither will I] Not what you were expecting?[ He should reciprocate the question, but he's thinking of that selfie. He remembers the color of Ganymede's eyes. ]
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[ Ganymede expected the tall-ness from their conversation and got long-hair vibes. But the eye color being the same? Nope! Probably because he might be basing this on how he went about creating his avatar, which, you know, he understands not everyone used the same logic. But, sometimes they think alike...ish?
Yeah he's got nothing. ]
People like us sometimes think along the same way, in certain matters. If you know what I mean.
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"If you know what I mean." Ganymede is definitely hinting at what he thinks he's hinting at. ]
I-I didn't ask your cousin for that picture!
[ Sorry to Hani but he's throwing them promptly under the bus. ]
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There's silence after Michel's sudden, flustered outburst. His avatar's blue eyes blink slowly. More awkward quiet. Maybe that's a moment of silence for Michel's temporary loss of dignity? He kind of thinks it's cute, though.
But, he supposes the response means Michel knows what he looks like already. He'll have to talk to him about it later (and despair he was Not looking his best in it.) ]
...Were you really that entranced over it? A picture of me?
[ He asks, you know, innocently. Totally. He just had a mild, inexplicable urge to present the question like this, it's fine. ]
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...Maybe that added up to more than once. That didn't make it anything untoward, even if he were sneaking glances at a picture taken and shared without someone else's knowledge — ugh, no that sounds so much worse even in his own head. He needs a save. Something casual. Lighthearted— ]
...It was much more amusing than I expected. I didn't think the pictures I sent you originally would be so accurate.
[ He means the hamster. Or maybe the kitten in the sleeve. He's not really sure which he means right now, actually. ]
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But now he sees it's rapidly backfiring?! ]
Hey! That's not what you said before!
[ Ganymede pointing an accusing finger at him, even if actually Michel didn't offer much explicit comment on the picture before this statement; he's just flustered himself so something nonsensical came out. He can't believe this is happening to him. It isn't like he's a reincarnation of Hamtaro! ]
Besides, what do you mean by 'so accurate'?!
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...Guess.
[ What hint does Ganymede want to infer from that little smile? The more Ganymede flusters, the more Michel can picture him like a kitten, fluffing up in aggression. ]
Did you need to check them for reference? I'll wait.
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You...
[ Okay he's got nothing but he starts forward, thinking of grabbing his nose, or something like that. The thing is, it's with a bit too much force, enough to make him get off-balance.
And then... ]
2/2
[ He goes stumbling, right, and straight into Michel. Potentially falling into him or onto him, or bumping him, who knows. The possibilities are endless.
Point is, how good is Michel's luck today? ]
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Michel startles, but his arms move on some scrambled reflex to catch Ganymede before he can faceplant. Or worse — land in the water. Although even Michel himself looks surprised to not find himself stumbling overboard as well.
As a result he stands there frozen for a moment, one arm around Ganymede's waist, the other hand holding Ganymede's slender upper arm. He's showing no signs of releasing him yet, or even trying to say something clever, just blinking down at Ganymede from a suddenly very close distance. ]
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People back at the theatre would be having a field day to know he stumbled around like that. But smaller boats are a bit more of a precarious situation when one isn't minding their steps. Also, he has definitely ensured that his hands gripped onto the other, fingers somewhere on the front (chest) of the other male to continue holding on.
His stupid mind unhelpfully supplements it's like a ridiculous scene out of a movie. But, you know, the last time he was this close to Michel, the other had leaned over, and ... ]
...You caught me.
[ That was such a stupid and obvious comment. Yet it came out like that anyway. ]
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[ Said as though he thinks he needs to provide a justification for why he did that. What should he do now? Ordinarily he could easily make another dismissive joke of it. Open his arms and let Ganymede catch himself, or fall. But... ]
Are you really well enough to be out here?
[ He's not a considerate person, but he's not unaware that Ganymede just got out of the hospital. And after having seen him collapse just a day ago... unthinkingly, Michel tightens his hold a little.
It's strange. It's — not quite comfortable. He's never held anyone like this. He's never felt strong enough to catch anyone before. It isn't real, he knows that; but just for a moment he wonders if this is what he was hoping for when he joined this game. To feel like this kind of person, even just once. ]
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...He kicks his stupid brain before he says something like that outloud.
Ganymede scrunches his nose up. No, he's feeling exactly fine. It's exactly the point as to why he's hanging around here in the first place. And yet, he finds the idea of being held like this not entirely abhorrent. He even is finding that he likes it. His mind is being entirely traitorous right now. ]
I'm fine. My head's clear and all that.
...You know, in retrospect, if I had to be caught by someone, I'd really rather it be someone thoughtful enough to be concerned about me.
[ There. The statement is him being honest, even as the boat's finally making its way to the other side of the river. But he's just going to remain cozy, just like this. In Michel's secure, warm emb—grah. Anyway. ]
Just try not to make any sudden movements, or we'll both be pitched into the river for sure.
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...Where on earth are his thoughts at? Perhaps he'd been awake more often than he realized, checking the messages compulsively for any response. He's practically sleepwalking still. ]
Who said anything about concern? I just had no intention of joining you in the water.
[ Which explains his transparent worry in no way. Is it excusable to tell himself his thoughts are scrambled by the feeling of Ganymede's lithe waist still held securely by his arm? It's "Winter's" build and not his, but even so... he chose this design thinking only of the possibilities within easy reach. To see if those tiny changes affected in the slightest — anything at all. ]
...How long should I stand here, holding you?
[ He means it to come out with a note of amusement, but something in his own tone brings a hint of heat to his face, and he goes very taut in self-restraint. If he jerks back now because he's embarrassed, it'll be the river for them for sure. ]
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Though, there is definitely a small considering sound escaping him when he hears the other male present his response. ]
Is that really all?
[ But, he finds his lips practically traitorously threatening to curl upwards. The other male's defensiveness is also adorable. Then, feeling bold, he can't help but say: ]
...How would you feel if I said 'as long as you want'? But, of course, not so long that your limbs start to go numb in the real world. It's only fair I'd consider your health as well.
[ Maybe Ganymede saying what he had in the first sentence can make Michel tip them accidentally into the river and wash away their embarrassment.
Or maybe not. He tells himself he's getting back at him for that earlier comment about those pictures, but he might not be that honest with himself right now... ]
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Or maybe he should hope that it is. There's no logic or precedent to it. But the simple words, "as long as you want," send a prickle up his spine of — warmth? excitement? — some nameless emotion that only deepens his confused, startled blush. His fingers twitch against Ganymede's back, as if in indecision about whether to draw him closer or let go. ]
I'm fortunate to be fallen on by someone so considerate.
[ And soft to hold. Comfortable. He fits oddly well there, enough that if this had been anything other than happenstance, Michel would have to find himself becoming uneasy again. But when he thinks of how abrupt and aloof Ganymede often is, it strikes him that maybe... Ganymede was more uneasy about what happened than he's admitting? ]
...You're so light that I barely feel it already. In fact, I'm not certain there's anything there. How am I supposed to know if my real-life limbs are going numb>
[ And to demonstrate, he flexes his arm to squish Ganymede just once. ]
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He feels the sudden twitch of fingers and chalks it up to his victory. Though a light scoff escapes him at the words...at first.
Then, there's the rest. ]
What do you mean you're not certain? I'm right in front of you—!
[ That certainly is a squawk that leaves him at the immediate flexing of his arm and subsequent squishing. ]
...Not a single word from you.
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Michel falls silent in malicious compliance to that imperious little order. Not a word, is it? But squished close like Ganymede is, he can probably feel Michel's shoulders begin to shake slightly in suppressed laughter.
Nevermind that Michel is someone who doesn't do that. Just this once — he squishes Ganymede gently one more time to see if he'll make another funny noise. ]
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Now you're doing it on purpose!
[ Slipping a hand out from where it is to see if he can pinch Michel's nose in retaliation.
Also, by now, the boat ride is probably being parked nearby a dock or something. ]
And would you look at the time? I think you're having too much fun. Keep it up and I'll hold your nose hostage!
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