Open Post: Who invented this calendar anyway?

[futaille]

How unfortunate.

Yes, Grantaire was fully aware that the year being longer at the mansion would logically cause seasons to drift when someone kept track of the old calendar, or at least what had been pinned down as the old calendar for convenience sake, which was almost necessary when people's arrivals weren't necessarily tied to the day they left. He hadn't given it too much thought last year, when his birthday, such that it was, arrived in spring like he was used to.

Dark, though, was unfortunate. Not inappropriate for the next notable anniversary coming up, but for this one, not at all. Of course, it wasn't as if he would have been planning much in the way of an event, Dark or no, but it would have been nice to treat himself to something or other, regardless.

Instead, he has installed himself in the game room, where he is carefully balancing dominoes on their ends to make a domino rally on the billiards table. It's a nice large flat surface, so it should work nicely. Have to keep entertained somehow.

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[futaille]

"Oh, I love it. Did you have a word in mind?"

[vineleaves]

"Haven't gotten that far yet. Do you?"

[futaille]

"Not in the least!"

[vineleaves]

"I'm sure if we put our heads together we can come up with something." And by 'put their heads together' he means more kissing.

[futaille]

That demonstrably qualifies as putting their heads together, in quite a literal fashion. So he quite happily gives Dionysus a kiss.

[vineleaves]

"Hmm, I see a flaw in this plan," he says once they part.

[futaille]

"What's that?"

[vineleaves]

"It's really difficult to think up words if I'm kissing you."

[futaille]

"Sacrifice I'm willing to make." Another kiss.

[vineleaves]

"That's very noble of you."

[futaille]

"Oh yes," he says airily. "The most noble."

[vineleaves]

"And brave. I think such an act of heroism necessitates a reward."

[futaille]

"And here I thought I'd just been the recipient of several rewards."

[vineleaves]

"Those were your presents, that's different. What reward would you like?"

[futaille]

"I didn't mean the presents. I meant the kisses. Are they not reward enough?"

[vineleaves]

"Oh, I suppose so, if that's all you want..."

[futaille]

"Well, if there's more on offer... Maybe I should contemplate this while I actually play the third ball."

[vineleaves]

"Alright, but just so you know, I'm fully planning on being a distraction while you do that."

[futaille]

He winks. "I was hoping." And with that he gives Dionysus one more kiss and turns back to the game, launching the final ball.

[vineleaves]

True to his word, he does his best to be a distraction, pressing kisses all over Grantaire’s skin, as well as doing several other things that I’m not going to mention here involving some areas still covered by clothes.

[futaille]

And as a result and to nobody's surprise, the third and final ball really does not remain on the table for very long. He still gets the high score, though!

[vineleaves]

“Congratulations,” Dionysus whispers into his ear.

[futaille]

He laughs a bit breathlessly as he enters his 'R' for the high score list. "Perfect."

[vineleaves]

"Just like you!"

[futaille]

"Flatterer."