Open: And they're gonna bend their branches down to lay their fruit upon the ground

[vineleaves]

Dionysus is in a kitchen, apron tied over a purple dress with vine details, singing to himself as he uses a melon baller to scoop out a watermelon. The large bowl next to him is already full of honeydew melon and cantaloupe, and he's got a few other ingredients nearby ready to add in once he's done with the watermelon. Mint leaves, some honey, some lemon juice, and some lime juice.

It has been quite an eventful time lately, but overall his life is pretty great right now.

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[futaille]

"You don't know where our room is?"

[vineleaves]

"I don't know where our room is."

[futaille]

"They won't have moved hallways entirely. So it has to be nearby."

[vineleaves]

"Fingers crossed," he says, and then decides to open the next closest door, which is actually just one of those old fashioned wall mounted ironing boards that fold down from the wall.

[futaille]

Grantaire tries another door, which is a small linen closet full of towels. "Huh."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus is trying really hard to not get annoyed at the spirits for pulling this on them. He can deal with a little game of Which Door? if it means he actually has their apartment, but he's also aware that they maybe just... disappeared his room for no reason. The coffee wine wasn't that bad, right?

The next door he tries is full of cat toys. He grabs one that's a long rainbow-colored ribbon attached to a stick and hands it to Grantaire. "Here, give this to Enjolras next time you see him."

[futaille]

He promptly takes the cat toy and starts batting at the ribbon himself with his free hand. "I will do that. I'm sure Charlotte will appreciate the gift."

[vineleaves]

"Theoretically she'll enjoy it more than him, even." He opens another door, which is just an empty walk in closet.

[futaille]

"It would admittedly be amazing if he was actually the one who enjoyed it more."

[vineleaves]

"If that ends up being the case please let me know," he laughs.

[futaille]

"Oh, absolutely." He opens another door that's just a closet full of empty notebooks.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus goes to open another door, and lets out an excited little "Ooh!" There's a little entryway with two doors, one on each side wall, and a small table in the middle. On said table is a bouquet of carnations in a little white vase.

[futaille]

Grantaire heads over to follow Dionysus at the exclamation. He glances over the room with a little grin. "A welcome table!"

[vineleaves]

"Oh, perfect, we can leave out informational pamphlets for everyone coming to our room," he says, smothering a laugh.

[futaille]

His grin widens considerably. "We can."

[vineleaves]

"We didn't even consider the possibility of that before!" He walks over to the door on the left and opens it. "Ah, okay, so this one's your -- uh, your extra room? What should we call it? Art studio?"

[futaille]

"Studio works as well as anything, I suppose."

[vineleaves]

"Perfect! Okay, so that's the studio, which means thiiiiiiis one-" he opens the door on the other wall, "is the bedroom!"

[futaille]

He grins. "Welcome home."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus laughs, so full of joy he can't help it, as he wraps his arms around the back of Grantaire's neck and draws him in to a big kiss.

[futaille]

He kisses back, quite content to let it linger.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus does draw it out for a long time, but finally a Thought does manage to wiggle its way into his mind, and when they finally separate he points out, "Y'know, we'll have to tell people which door is ours now, otherwise nobody'll be able to find us if they need something or want to come visit." He wonders if they should send out little cards. Claudius in particular would probably appreciate that.

[futaille]

"We could hang a sign on the door."

[vineleaves]

"Oh, that's -- why don't more people put signs on their doors around here? You're very smart. What sort of sign d'you think we should have? I could make one out of vines and then make it metal if we wanted sort of a wrought iron look. Or we could find a board and you can paint something?"

[futaille]

"I like the metal idea, thinking on it."