.:Spoopy Ti-I mean September Catch All:.

[ganymed]

Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Dungeon-crawlin', shenanigans, etc.
When ⬤ You know. At this or that time.
Where ⬤ Blurry Marble's Slacker, Coiling Humbling Metal Doll, etc.
Content Warnings ⬤ some nsfw, lmfao





[ You've got mail.

After some friendly chats, the trio decide to go out on a dungeon run together. Why? Simply because that that is the way the dominoes fell.

Their prize? A lovely scenery consisting of a frosty, snowy tundra that seems to encompass the surrounding area, though right in the middle of it is stone wall, of which there is an entry point into the actual heart of the dungeon...where there are monsters and treasure to be found!

Welcome to Blurry Marble's Slacker, folks. ]

RESULTS: Here!
RESULTS: Here!

Comments

[userunfriendly]

[ Thank you Ganymede for your lottery-winning luck... Michel smiles as he lets himself be tugged along, reaching up with his free hand to start opening his robes more. How does Ganymede deal with flowing layers like this regularly? They're hard to move in... ]

You say that, but you're already in motion again...

[ He does know that even Ganymede gets tired, logically speaking. But it feels so rare to see him not in motion. He gives that hand a little squeeze in return, his heart managing to beat a little faster as they approach the bathroom anyway.

It's not as though they haven't seen each other naked, but... there's something intimate about this, isn't there? ]

[ganymed]

[ See, this is exactly why in canon Ganymede had a hard time dressing himself— ]

I can't help it, like always. I think being still when I want to do something would be far too much for me.

[ The true consequence of Ganymede losing his memories might be him forgetting how to pace himself, but then again when he fainted due to touching Aura's statue but still almost came to work...well. Maybe it is just a Ganymedeism instead. He passes Michel a little smile regardless at the hand squeeze, and with his free hand, opens the door for them. Especially since Michel is still doing a little tango with robes, and viola! They have options. He doesn't bother hiding his excitement... ]

The big shower or big bath, Michel?

[userunfriendly]

[ This and that are two separate matters! It's still absolutely embarrassing that Ganymede couldn't dress himself... ]

You must be the most restless person I know.

[ Michel finally manages to shuck off the robe, leaving himself shirtless and in tight pants. Just what kind of grim reaper costume was this? Anyone's best guess. Maybe that's why Hien didn't go for it.

He glances between the two luxurious options, and then sneaks a semi-inconspicuous little glance at Ganymede's thighs again. Ah. ]

Perhaps... the shower. Or else, the bathwater will be...

[ You know. They're a little messy for soaking. ]

[ganymed]

[ WOW excuse!! His canon inability to dress himself with certain clothing doesn't apply here...though, that probably did happen on one of the theatre production sets in the beginning because that'd be hilarious. ]

Really? I should get an award for that.

[ Ganymede blinks at the excess clothes Michel seems to be wearing underneath the robes, and oh, right. He sheds his clothing completely, having an easier time than Michel for sure. Then, he passes Michel a little look too. ]

Too dirty to deal with, right? I wasn't even thinking of that...but, shower it is! Last one in is a little baby sheep!

[ He hurries right on over to the shower and opens it, laughing all the while. ]

[userunfriendly]

What? Do you want a ribbon that says "I am constitutionally incapable of sitting still"?

[ He probably shouldn't ask that, because Ganymede likely would...

Michel blinks in surprise, half distracted in his battle against his pants by how quickly Ganymede can remove what little remains of his clothes. He's still staring when Ganymede tosses his little challenge out there, and he's left hurrying after him, still trying to shimmy out of the pants on the way. ]

A... what? Why a sheep?

[ Ganymede and animals, again... ]

[ganymed]

That sounds like a big achievement. Especially with the way you're phrasing that, so as long as the ribbon looks cute, and is from you, I'll accept it.

[ Ganymede totally throws him an amused look at that, confirming Michel's fears in earnest. Looking at him trying to shimmy out of his pants and get the rest of the way there before he can step into the shower proper is...quite an image. ]

I don't know. For some reason, I just felt like picking them. I've always liked sheep a lot, actually. Did I ever mention that before?

[ He used to herd sheep, actually, during his farm boy hours. He did mention the farm boy aspect before, though explicitly pointing out the herding sheep thing probably hadn't occurred at the time. Regardless, he begins to put one feetie into the actual part of the shower floor, throwing Michel another innocent look. Like a cat who is looking at somebody and about to knock a cup of water or item off its ledge. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Michel gives him a disbelieving sidelong look. Would he really...

He lets himself picture that. It's Ganymede. He likely would, really. ]

...I don't recall that you did. But somehow, I'm not surprised. They seem like they would suit you.

[ Fluffy, foolish, good-natured. He thinks Ganymede's personality couldn't resist something like that. Little animals he could boss around gently that would adore him in return.

Michel finally wins his battle against the pants and steps after Ganymede, eyeing that defiant little foot stretching into the shower. —Wait. Has he not lost yet? As the thought dawns on him he finally reacts, reaching over to try to snag Ganymede lightly around the waist to see if he can slip in before him. ]

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede looks at Michel innocently, and does not take back his words at that.

He is just that brand of ridiculous, yep. ]

Because they're cute? Like me?

[ His head is so empty right now, it's only full of fluffy things. Coincidentally, fluffy is synonymous with sheep-like in certain respects, no? But, anyway, he should realize the pitfalls and dangers of taunting his boyfriend. Yet how can he see it as a bad thing when he lightly yelps at the way his waist is snag, though he twists to instead bring his arms around Michel (maybe a leggie too, wow) to try to prevent this from happening.

Or make Michel just carry him into the shower, I guess. That too. ]

[userunfriendly]

Exactly. You must enjoy the grunties, too.

[ Come to think of it, he's not sure if he's ever seen Ganymede with them, because he doesn't spend much time around them himself. But it seems like the sort of cute and undemanding company that Ganymede would certainly like. Although Michel might be mentioning it mostly as another attempted distraction...

He isn't expecting that counterattack. And most particularly the leggie. He staggers just a little as he adjusts his balance to this new strategy, steadying Ganymede (and maybe sliding one hand just a little down to his thigh. For balance!!)

Yep. Time to just carry Ganymede in outright. ]

...Since your feet aren't on the ground, you still count as the last one in.

[ganymed]

I do! Or, well, I did...I had two grunties. Sinclair and Brambles saw only Aegis, I think, but I had Athena too.

[ He mentioned both names to Brambles as consideration and decided at some point to take care of the two animals. But, then he got caught up in a lot of stuff and the grunty caring business honestly has fallen mostly by the wayside since a lot of events happening.

It's been tough. Still, it's just a little consequence, and he has Michel with him now, who he attempted to attack back, though, feeling the hand slide down his thigh even inadvertently makes him toss Michel an attempted sultry look even in this ridiculous position (Ganymede, please.)

Annnd then he's carried in. Oh. ]

But I had one foot in!