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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 12:36:42 GMT -5
Confused, upset and sleepless, Grantaire quietly removed himself from Enjolras' house--after grabbing two bottles of brandy which he drank as he walked barefooted through the streets. He was properly drunk when he reached his master's home, and the footman was about to turn him away when the one armed man came to the door grinning and took him inside.
He was there still, all through the next day...and into the following week, leaving the house when permitted--in a fine new set of clothes--only to visit the nearest wine shop and to sit in the afternoons, nearly comatose with drink, in the old Musain where he imagined Enjolras would never set foot again.
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 14:51:42 GMT -5
*Enjolras had had someone follow him, of course. The staff was under instructions to watch Grantaire, and have someone follow if he left the house.*
*So when Grantaire disappeared and wasn't back for a very long time, he inquired among the staff. The knowledge of Grantaire's whereabouts put him in a blind rage; though he recognized that visiting the house would be a bad idea, he hung around the surrounding bars and wine shops (one of which, to his dismay, was the Musain), searching for him. He was confused with, angry at, and dissapointed in Grantaire all at once.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 15:00:15 GMT -5
When he stumbled back to the house in the evening--still well dressed, though his fine suit was rumpled and his hat dusty--he stopped on a bench a few houses up from Morangias' seemingly confused as to which of the similar townhouses that lined the block was his destination.
He muttered to himself and pulled a tarnished silver flask out from his coat, unscrewing the lid and tipping it back. The master of the house kept him well-suppiled now, he supposed to deter him from leaving. Not that he planned on it. He had several reasons to stay, not the least of which was that so long as he stayed away from him, Enjolras was safe.
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 15:06:14 GMT -5
*Enjolras stepped into the light of a street lamp silently.*
"You're really very bad at being inconspicuous, you know."
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 15:10:05 GMT -5
Grantaire spotted the man and rolled his head back with a drunken laugh.
"Ah damnit! D'you really have...nothin' better t'do?"
He righted himself and straightened his hat, stood and tugged his wrinkled suit into place then grinned.
"What d'you think of m'new boots? Pretty dandy, huh!"
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 15:11:46 GMT -5
*Enjolras looked down his nose with some strange mix of disdain, disappointment, and, hiding behind those, a little bit of hurt.*
*It looked like disdain, though.*
"You're drunk again, Grantaire."
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 15:13:55 GMT -5
His angular face--once again graced with three day's growth--twisted into a defensive frown.
"You would be too! What're you doing here anyway? I have to get back..."
He looked up at the houses and rubbed the back of his head.
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 15:15:57 GMT -5
*He snorted and made a face that silently said, 'pathetic'.*
"It's on the left." *He said, in a tone that was clearly disgusted, before turning to leave.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 15:18:24 GMT -5
"Thanks." He grinned, and lurched forward, frowned, and wheeled around again
"Enjolras, wait!"
Somehow, he managed to sort of jog over to the man without falling on his face--lost his hat though.
"Why'd you come?"
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 15:19:44 GMT -5
*Enjolras continued to walk.*
"I see now there was no point at all." *He said snidely.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 15:24:56 GMT -5
"Slow down! I'll get lost again!" he panted, looking back over his shoulder and frowning deeply that some tramp had already run after and taken his dropped hat.
"That's going to hurt..." he muttered more to himself, and then back to Enjolras.
"Why are you so damned confusing? Look here--I got your house wrecked up, and you got those nasty claws. I can pay you back for the brandy I took, and you won't be chased after. We can even meet out, sometimes. You know, for a drink or a game of billiards, s'long's he don't find out."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 15:27:18 GMT -5
*Enjolras reeled on Grantaire, looking furious.*
"Him. Yes, I forgot about him. Run back now, before you get lost." *He said sarcastically, and turned again.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 15:32:24 GMT -5
He blinked under that angry glare and stopped for a moment, then followed again.
"I'm already so horribly lost..." The little man frowned. "You're marble doesn't seem to ever warm, Fearless."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 15:35:30 GMT -5
"Maybe it doesn't. Maybe it's better if I don't let it." *He snapped, before speeding up.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 15:38:47 GMT -5
"I didn't want you to get hurt anymore!" He grunted tried to keep up, loosening the choking cravat Morangias insisted he wear out of the house.
"And I needed something to hang on to that at least pretended..."
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