[ Ganymede has been literally stuck in his room this whole time thanks to the castle (and in a sort of sleeping beauty-esque sort of way, this loss will be broken by someone being kind enough to free him ♥). Not that he wasn't used to that sort of thing, but this was...not very much space and he knows people were getting hurt and -- selfish, isolated prat or not -- that isn't something he wants to be aware of while he's completely shut off.
either way, his room has been made to look like a familiar field of beautiful white flowers, the ceiling an endless nighttime sky. it's a new thing, as in, he just asked the castle for it very recently as he's kicking up a clump of flowers ]
That annoying idiot god! Why won't you say anything!? This is a stupid joke! You're horrible! Did you get bored of me here? Or did you...
really....
-- [ no. he doesn't even care so why should he say it. he picks up his book and walks over to the door, opening the pages to a blank one and setting it beside him ]
[ there's a knocking noise, but it's kind of quiet... as if Ganymede's unsure he even wants to do it or doesn't know what else to do so he's not that confident. ]
Can someone come and get me out of here... [ halfway between a command and a weak question. he hates asking for help alright >:| ]
I'm on the eighth floor.