[ ganymede doesn't stand out too much, given that they're on a galactic station that has millions of aliens on it, but they don't look dressed for a decadent restaurant that features live performances. they're in the usual bomber jacket, helmet tilted back to watch some of the anti-grav dancers with a quiet curiosity.
they're holding a plate with a piece of cheesecake on it, but they've not adjusted their helmet to eat it any. so here they are. ]
... [ looks down at the cheesecake. it looks so tasty. ] It's a little tricky with the helmet, and I can't sneak bites as easily as the others can when they lift up the bottom of theirs up.
[ uses my personal journal so i can get notifs for my dang audiences ]
Haha... no, not so much that as just. What's underneath, I guess. [ no ganymede, as it turns out, is just very shy about the face underneath. ] It wouldn't hurt or anything, it's just not great to look at.
W4 MONDAY
they're holding a plate with a piece of cheesecake on it, but they've not adjusted their helmet to eat it any. so here they are. ]
no subject
... You're not eating?
no subject
[ a sheepish, synthetic laugh ]
I kind of just got used to wearing it, I think.
no subject
[ Is that the problem? Some people are just sneaky about wanting help... ]
no subject
Haha... no, not so much that as just. What's underneath, I guess. [ no ganymede, as it turns out, is just very shy about the face underneath. ] It wouldn't hurt or anything, it's just not great to look at.