[ The teasing goes sailing over Ganymede's head for the moment. Wait for when he makes the realization. . . ]
They are! Cats sleep most of the day, are independent creatures so you don't have to watch them all the time, and are empathetic animals that make for perfect companions.
What makes you think that? I don't see any similarity between us.
[ Ganymede has baby brother energy in a way he doesn't! But he's not denying the accusation otherwise. Still considering this his revenge for the Uglyspeckles teasing, though. ]
Are you certain? Have you actually counted? [ The pictures, not the years. ]
[ He has no idea how old Ganymede actually is. But sometimes, he really does talk like a kid. ]
So they are. What a good thing you're not looking for a career in the sciences.
[ It's not really like him to ask something personal. But, really, there's nothing to do right now but chat. And a glance at his other message programs shows them conspicuously silent, so... ]
[ There's Ganymede's victory. Winter won't prompt (yet), assuming Ganymede will reciprocate the information since he's the one who proposed a trade to begin with. ]
What about me seems like I enjoy the noise? It's quiet here as well. There's no view, but I prefer it this way. I'm seldom bothered by anyone.
He did it!! He pumps a fist up and sits up from his chair and then his keyboard hits the ground and his cat walks all over it. As well as the 'enter' key.
[ Time to not acknowledge the other message he has just sent. ]
Oh, what a coincidence? We both seem to like our quiet. If I am being honest, I actually figured that was the case, but it isn't like I should've presumed one way over the other.
People can be unexpected, at times. I don't hate the bustle of a city. But I prefer it in the twilight or dawn hours.
[ He writes and deletes a few more sentences quite a few times before deciding to leave what remains. Long enough for Ganymede to think he's going to politely ignore the cat interjection? ]
[ Ganymede is from basically a small rural area, so he never quite got used to that kind of busy—even if when festivals and the like occurred he always had a particular kind of preference. ]
For the record, I don't think I'm a fan of the city at all...
That said, how would you know if that's Thanatos who caused that little keysmash?! It could've been me!
[ So Ganymede's a country boy? That's what Michel is inferring, anyway. People are unexpected after all. ]
In that case, I retract my agreement. It sounds as though you owe me more information in exchange, if what I gave you was shocking enough for that reply.
You're just jealous that you haven't thought of doing the same with cat pictures. :P
[ Michel radiating, 'I may not have started the argument but I will sure finish it,' energy.
Anyways this part actually comes second, as if instead of putting it in one response, he had to think about it. Because, yeah...'siblings'. It's fine. Everything is fine. He doesn't have to mention he has one brother less just yet. ]
I'm not getting a cat just so I can run scams with them...
[ For a second Michel thought he wouldn't answer. Which would have been fine; an end to a silly game that's just passing the time, like most of the things Michel pursues. But... ]
Six years from my middle brother. Eight from the eldest. Although he turned thirty-six not long ago.
[ More information than Ganymede asked for in return, just a little. Rationally: his age isn't a secret. He's already given it out in-game. And his family isn't as recognizable as his father likes to believe. It's fine. ]
You're feeling charitable and forthcoming today. I don't mind, though.
...What do you like about them the most?
[ That said, his elder brothers are truly around the same age, so his answer would have been five years for either one. Were, for one of them, or would be. You know how technicalities are. ]
[ fun little technicalities, like "one brother is dead"
Winter stares at the words "charitable and forthcoming" for a little while before he pushes himself up from his chair abruptly. Is that... what he's being right now? Like he can physically distance himself from the notion, he paces away from the computer to make his rounds around the dark and silent house.
The next reply is notably a little delayed. ]
I have nothing but time at the moment.
[ Distancing himself from the accusation, or an invitation? Or both rolled into one. ]
They're both gentle. Differently so. The oldest is straightforward and softhearted, an honest man. The other... is an idiot. But he's good-natured and incapable of holding grudges. He always knows how to make everyone laugh.
Not on his end, at least. Maybe Michel needed to go and munch on some snacks or considered dragging his brothers instead. The possibilities are limitless (and so is Ganymede's imagination, apparently.) ]
They sound near and dear to you. Even when you are calling one of them an idiot.
My own...both of their temperaments never could have been described as all that much different. Serious, hard-working, reliable. But, I could tell my brothers apart, and know which was which. And the less serious one by far, since one of them doted on me more.
[ Taking the invitation and extending it a bit. But that's about as far as he thinks he'll go, especially when he spots the time. ]
And, I have obligations to get to. Maybe next time we meet in-game, we can do a dungeon run for that new area...well, let's talk more about it later!
[ Michel doesn't fail to note the stilted framing of Ganymede's words. The past tense could be nothing — that they haven't seen each other in a while, a quirk of the autotranslate, that his brothers have changed.
He'll remember this at the party, though, if he happens to overhear that... ]
Spoken like the youngest sibling. You sound close, as well.
[ The only confirmation he's willing to give that Ganymede's words are... not inaccurate. At least from his side. He tells himself it's for the best that the conversation ends here — even if it leaves him looking blankly at the clock, and the empty IM window to the side. ]
It's worth investigating. I'll go. Good evening, then. Or good morning.
[ Whichever. He's not going to ask where Ganymede is. This time, when he steps away from his computer he won't be back for a few hours. ]
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[ Three sons...that sounds familiar. Personally speaking, anyway. He'd never thought the other had grown up with two brothers as well. ]
And as for little Uglyspeckles, I'm thinking it must have taken you literally a second to come up with a name like that. :)
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Perhaps it is. I never intend to find out. Do you have siblings, or were you a handful all on your own?
And it was a perfectly suitable name. The cat answered to it, so there was no problem.
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[ That's safe enough, he thinks. Ganymede doesn't go to grab some alcohol; that's probably not the best for him unless it's fake. ]
But, alright. Whatever you say. >_>
Too bad you don't have pictures. Still, if you had a chance to have a pet again, would it be another cat?
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[ Is it dragging himself, too, to tease Ganymede with that? But he definitely has youngest child energy. ]
I don't see myself owning a pet. But if I did... most likely. Cats seem simple to care for.
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[ The teasing goes sailing over Ganymede's head for the moment. Wait for when he makes the realization. . . ]
They are! Cats sleep most of the day, are independent creatures so you don't have to watch them all the time, and are empathetic animals that make for perfect companions.
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[ Which might be an iota more convincing if he hadn't just typed all of those ellipses. Not his fault. Some things are important to convey.
But Ganymede's cat shilling gets a less malicious smile from him. ]
You also sound like the kind of cat owner who has several hundreds of pictures of him. How long have you had Thanatos?
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[ THE ELLIPSES DO, IN FACT, HELP GANYMEDE GET THERE...
This is definitely getting him back for the Uglyspeckles name criticism, isn't it? ]
I've had him for three years, actually. I got him when I moved to where I am now.
And maybe I do have some pictures of him. Though it's only about a hundred or so now.
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[ Ganymede has baby brother energy in a way he doesn't! But he's not denying the accusation otherwise. Still considering this his revenge for the Uglyspeckles teasing, though. ]
Are you certain? Have you actually counted? [ The pictures, not the years. ]
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[ Even that logic is tenuous at best. He refuses to be the only baby sibling here and chalks this up to part of Michel's diabolical vengeance.
But hold it, he's got this with the follow-up of: ]
Also I estimated the amount of photos, which is good enough, if I do say so myself. Which I do.
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So they are. What a good thing you're not looking for a career in the sciences.
[ It's not really like him to ask something personal. But, really, there's nothing to do right now but chat. And a glance at his other message programs shows them conspicuously silent, so... ]
Do you like it? The place you moved to.
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I still proved my point, just so you know. Being in the arts is far better than the sciences for me.
But you should just give it up and admit you're a baby sibling!
[ Ganymede does have his work sometimes but he doesn't have much of a social life either, so. Yeah. ]
I do, actually. There's always a nice view whenever I come home, and it's quiet. Just as I prefer it to be.
What about you? Are you the type of guy that likes noisy places?
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[ There's Ganymede's victory. Winter won't prompt (yet), assuming Ganymede will reciprocate the information since he's the one who proposed a trade to begin with. ]
What about me seems like I enjoy the noise? It's quiet here as well. There's no view, but I prefer it this way. I'm seldom bothered by anyone.
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He did it!! He pumps a fist up and sits up from his chair and then his keyboard hits the ground and his cat walks all over it. As well as the 'enter' key.
You got mail! ]
ffkkghh////
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Oh, what a coincidence? We both seem to like our quiet. If I am being honest, I actually figured that was the case, but it isn't like I should've presumed one way over the other.
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[ He writes and deletes a few more sentences quite a few times before deciding to leave what remains. Long enough for Ganymede to think he's going to politely ignore the cat interjection? ]
Tell Thanatos I agree with him entirely.
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For the record, I don't think I'm a fan of the city at all...
That said, how would you know if that's Thanatos who caused that little keysmash?! It could've been me!
[ Rip in rest, Ganymede. ]
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[ So Ganymede's a country boy? That's what Michel is inferring, anyway. People are unexpected after all. ]
In that case, I retract my agreement. It sounds as though you owe me more information in exchange, if what I gave you was shocking enough for that reply.
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[ So confirming he's still originally a country boy, just outlining the particulars, because it's entirely necessary.
As for the second part of the response, he has the following: ]
...Has anyone told you how unbelievable you are?
What kind of info are you looking for in return anyway?
[ As if this is a game they're playing. It's a nonsensical one with little logic involved. ]
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They have not. And I don't want to hear that from a cat picture extortionist.
[ Ganymede was the one who started this exchange! Michel's just going to be the one to finish it. ]
How much younger are you than your siblings?
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[ Michel radiating, 'I may not have started the argument but I will sure finish it,' energy.
Anyways this part actually comes second, as if instead of putting it in one response, he had to think about it. Because, yeah...'siblings'. It's fine. Everything is fine. He doesn't have to mention he has one brother less just yet. ]
I'm five years younger. What about you?
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[ For a second Michel thought he wouldn't answer. Which would have been fine; an end to a silly game that's just passing the time, like most of the things Michel pursues. But... ]
Six years from my middle brother. Eight from the eldest. Although he turned thirty-six not long ago.
[ More information than Ganymede asked for in return, just a little. Rationally: his age isn't a secret. He's already given it out in-game. And his family isn't as recognizable as his father likes to believe. It's fine. ]
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[ It's amusing to imagine, though. ]
You're feeling charitable and forthcoming today. I don't mind, though.
...What do you like about them the most?
[ That said, his elder brothers are truly around the same age, so his answer would have been five years for either one. Were, for one of them, or would be. You know how technicalities are. ]
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fun little technicalities, like "one brother is dead"Winter stares at the words "charitable and forthcoming" for a little while before he pushes himself up from his chair abruptly. Is that... what he's being right now? Like he can physically distance himself from the notion, he paces away from the computer to make his rounds around the dark and silent house.
The next reply is notably a little delayed. ]
I have nothing but time at the moment.
[ Distancing himself from the accusation, or an invitation? Or both rolled into one. ]
They're both gentle. Differently so. The oldest is straightforward and softhearted, an honest man. The other... is an idiot. But he's good-natured and incapable of holding grudges. He always knows how to make everyone laugh.
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Not on his end, at least. Maybe Michel needed to go and munch on some snacks or considered dragging his brothers instead. The possibilities are limitless (and so is Ganymede's imagination, apparently.) ]
They sound near and dear to you. Even when you are calling one of them an idiot.
My own...both of their temperaments never could have been described as all that much different. Serious, hard-working, reliable. But, I could tell my brothers apart, and know which was which. And the less serious one by far, since one of them doted on me more.
[ Taking the invitation and extending it a bit. But that's about as far as he thinks he'll go, especially when he spots the time. ]
And, I have obligations to get to. Maybe next time we meet in-game, we can do a dungeon run for that new area...well, let's talk more about it later!
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He'll remember this at the party, though, if he happens to overhear that... ]
Spoken like the youngest sibling. You sound close, as well.
[ The only confirmation he's willing to give that Ganymede's words are... not inaccurate. At least from his side. He tells himself it's for the best that the conversation ends here — even if it leaves him looking blankly at the clock, and the empty IM window to the side. ]
It's worth investigating. I'll go. Good evening, then. Or good morning.
[ Whichever. He's not going to ask where Ganymede is. This time, when he steps away from his computer he won't be back for a few hours. ]