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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[ 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. ]