| [He's only barely managed to figure this thing out, this strange modern toy in the shape of a starfish, and still only sort of. When the video post engages, it's obviously only by accident as Ganymede prods at it trying to make it work, his hand is mostly covering the camera, and he's in mid-sentence, talking to himself without shame.]
-stupid thing. Just like all these other stupid things! How they've managed to develop devices that are both brutish and overcomplicated, I don't-
[He pauses when he realizes the device is transmitting, brows furrowing a little, and his finger moves off the camera. He makes a huff and turns his head to the side. There's a smudge of dirt on his cheek and his hair is a bit of a mess, his cheeks flushed and slightly damp. It's obviously too hot in the apartment he's standing in, and it looks like a tornado hit it - he's in the kitchen at the moment, and several pots are arranged on the top of the stove, one with steam threatening to turn into smoke belching out of it. Ganymede turns his attention to the stove and fusses with the dials, though to anyone who knows how to use a stove, he's not turning them the right way.]
Is a house with a simple hearth too much to ask?
[He sounds peevish and irritated, is refusing to ask for help even if he obviously needs it.] |
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