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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 22:32:36 GMT -5
"You know there are footmen and maids for that?" *He asked, standing and walking up next to Grantaire.* "You saved me, you know." *This in a softer tone.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 22:34:05 GMT -5
"Well then I've only got to do it five or six more times and we're even."
he said, his voice wavering, still shakey from the attack.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 22:37:33 GMT -5
*Enjolras turned vaguely pink as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.*
"Well... yeah. Thanks." *He said. He was very bad at thanking people, mostly because he was normally the one being thanked.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 22:39:12 GMT -5
"Your welcome. Does it hurt much?" He turned to face the other man, nodding at his arm, still feeling sick and nervous.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 22:40:16 GMT -5
"You look worse off than I am."
*Enjolras was back to normal coloring, whereas Grantaire looked somewhat green.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 22:41:29 GMT -5
"I'm not made of the same stout stuff as you--why d'you think I drink?"
He laughed and turned around again, finding something to pick up and right in the room so that he wouldn't have to look at the bigger man.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 22:45:51 GMT -5
*Enjolras placed a hand on Grantaire's shoulder, turning him around so that they were inches apart and so that Enjolras was looking him in the face.*
"It's not that. You'd look me in the face if that was it. What is it?"
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 22:47:55 GMT -5
Some of the color returned to his face, well it reddened anyway, and he cast his eyes to one side.
"What happened before..."
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 22:52:55 GMT -5
*Rather than actually say anything, he gave Grantaire a hug.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 22:56:40 GMT -5
He accepted it, carefully not to lean on or touch Enjolras' injured arm, but was unsure of it's meaning. He was quite glad the beast had actually interrupted what he'd been about to say when he'd sat on the man's lap.
Confused as he was, it was still quite nice to be pressed skin-to-skin with the young god.
"It might not be safe here, now...for your staff at least. Think of them."
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 22:58:53 GMT -5
"Yes, well, someone's bound to notice the cellar door's been ripped to shreds. The cat may scratch furniture but I'm quite sure she can't annihilate iron."
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 23:00:46 GMT -5
"Yes, I mean you should send them away, in case it comes back. I wouldn't want anyone getting hurt, Enjolras. Not for me." He frowned and very, very gently touched the man's injured shoulder--above the bandages.
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Post by Enjolras on May 13, 2008 23:03:45 GMT -5
"Well, I'm glad to."
*He didn't specify whether he was referring to sending the servants away or getting hurt for Grantaire, but he held the other man a little tighter nonetheless.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 13, 2008 23:16:36 GMT -5
The little man sighed a little and pulled away carefully, snatching Enjolras' hand and keeping it.
"You must be exhausted--I know I am, and I'm not feeling particularly well either."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 7:45:10 GMT -5
((R: Iz mai hand now. You no can has.))
*Enjolras gently pulled his hand back, nodding.*
"I'll take care of the staff tomorrow. Any longer and I think I'll pass out on the floor." *He turned and moved toward the door.*
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