futaille | Open Post: Who invented this calendar anyway?

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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"There will be plenty of time to play with it later."

"I wish it wasn't too cold for us to go on a walk outside together."

"We could try and steal away to the hot spring."

"We would have to go change into much different clothes. If you go outside like you're dressed now you'll freeze your nipples off."

"That's true. I do like my nipples."

"I like them too. Let's go grab your stuff from the kitchen then go change."

"My... Oh, yes! Good idea!"

Dionysus grabs Grantaire's discarded shirt and waistcoat with one hand, and with the other links a finger into the vine bracelet Grantaire is wearing to start leading him back to the kitchen.

"Useful handle." He grins and walks along.

"I thought so."

"All part of a clever plan!"

"You know me, full of clever plans." This is clearly a joke.

"You laugh, but I'm certainly not going to contradict you."

"That's a shame, usually when you're contradicting someone you talk at length, which is always nice to listen to."

"You see, though, I am contradicting you by not contradicting you, because you didn't mean the statement I was agreeing with."

"Hmm... I'm not convinced."

"What's not convincing you?"

"Whatever would result in you talking the most."

"Oh, I can happily talk about anything. It doesn't have to be your extraordinarily clever plans. Of which this is one, I should add."

"I just like hearing your voice, you know."

"Oh, I know. I could probably just say the same word a hundred times in a row and you would be just as delighted from start to finish."

"You'd probably get tired of it long before I did."

His eyebrows rise. That's a challenge if he's ever heard one. "Give me a word."

"Okay," Dionysus looks around before settling on, "Fenêtre."

"Windowgazing, are we? Very well." He clears his throat. "Fenêtre, fenêtre, fenêtre, fenêtre, fenêtre..."

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