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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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. ]