♃ - vii

[narrowcage]

[ backdated a bit earlier in the day! ]

[ Ganymede is standing somewhat aimlessly in the dorms, moving his legs somewhat funny. He hasn't noticed his immortality is gone, he stopped giving a crap about the weirdos invading his room... no, it's the clothes that have given far more trouble than he can (literally) handle. Pants are ridiculous. Who's

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[bedninja]

[sup Ganymede. you know that creeper kid that bugs the hell out of you once every few weeks or so?

yeah. this guy might look juuuust a bit like him. you know. a wee bit.]

....I do not believe that is an appropriate thing to do in a public setting, Ganymede.

[narrowcage]

[ but he hasn't seen anybody age for thousands of years! although the fact Pharos knows his name and everything is a small clue. ]

.... [ of course he's also tremendously annoyed by this point, so have the biggest huff of disapproval of them all ] Shut up. I can barely walk in these!

[bedninja]

[and this annoyance doesn't even surprise him anymore.]

Are they really so difficult to walk in? [....he's glancing down at his jeans now and wondering if they're partially to blame for his clumsiness. 8|a ]

[narrowcage]

[ but it's your own special brand of annoyance that he reserves just for you, Pharos ]

Yes! I don't see the point of them. And they feel funny, it's going to leave marks on my legs.