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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[sagramore]

"Grate that bread for me, little one."

[futaille]

"Ah, the responsibility!" He tracks down a grater and starts in on the bread.

[sagramore]

"Last year I gave thee Jared, didn't I? That's going to be hard to top."

[futaille]

He laughs. "You did. I have to remember where I left him last."

[sagramore]

"What's he wearing now?"

[futaille]

"I found a mermaid costume, so that. Maybe when I track him down again, I should have Kade make something bespoke."

[sagramore]

"Oh, that does sound fetching! And Kade always likes a project."

[futaille]

"It would fit him better than anything he's ever worn."

[sagramore]

"It must be hard to choose outfits for a man who's so slender."

[futaille]

"It's tricky! It needs a bit of trial and error but I've managed so far and haven't heard a word of complaint from him."

[sagramore]

"Well, good, he should be grateful thou takest the time to be certain he's properly arrayed!"

[futaille]

"I'm sure he is. He hasn't thanked me outright, but he's a reticent man."

[sagramore]

"That's true, he's shy."

[futaille]

"Which is fine. I'm perfectly able to speak enough for the both of us."

[sagramore]

"Dost thou find thou knowst what words he would speak if he could? Oracularly?"

[futaille]

"I don't know. Perhaps he keeps himself silent for his own good, as he knows otherwise he'd give into his worst impulses. Like, say, harrassing shop workers for not treating him like an emperor. He knows he's better off being quiet and not terribly rude."

[sagramore]

"Jesu, we don't need anyone who behaves like that! I'm so grateful for his self-control."

[futaille]

"I'm very proud of him."

[sagramore]

"As thou shouldst be. It must be somewhat trying for him to have to rely on someone else all the time."

[futaille]

"I can only imagine."

[sagramore]

"And yet it does sound as though thou hast misplaced him."

[futaille]

"Left him to his own devices for a bit!"

[sagramore]

"Oh! Building his confidence with a little freedom?"

[futaille]

"Exactly. Letting him stretch his wings."

[sagramore]

"Thou art a good father."