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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[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."

[vineleaves]

"I don't know what you're talking about."

[futaille]

"Mmhm. But I know, I know. Perfect for you."

[vineleaves]

"Exactly," he smiles, then catches Grantaire in another kiss.

[futaille]

He kisses back with a little smile. "I do learn eventually."

[vineleaves]

"Good. Everyone ought to know how special you are to me, including yourself." He hates that this month is affecting his powers so much. What he really wants to do right now is go in Grantaire's mind and let him feel exactly how loved he is, but even if he hadn't already exhausted himself today, he doesn't trust his weakened state enough to go messing around in someone's mind this month.

[futaille]

That would undoubtedly be more than a little bit overwhelming and possibly lead to tears, so it's almost better for Grantaire's dignity this way. "It's an honor."

[vineleaves]

Another kiss, and then, "Alright, you have to show me how to be good at pinball now."

[futaille]

"As luck would have it, you happen to be talking to the man with the high score."

[vineleaves]

“Oh wonderful, wonderful, I was hoping you’d be up to the task. I can be very hard to instruct at times, you know. I might need hours of careful study.”

[futaille]

"Oh, hours, you say."

[vineleaves]

"Yes, I'm a very terrible student."

[futaille]

"Well, I'll be sure to work you as long and hard as needed."

[vineleaves]

"I'm starting to think it's my birthday instead," he laughs.

[futaille]

"Who knows? It might be!"

[vineleaves]

"You're not wrong, it definitely could be."

[futaille]

"Any good day can be your birthday."

[vineleaves]

"I'm not stealing yours though."