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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 15:40:39 GMT -5
"Pretend what, Grantaire?" *He asked snappishly, continuing at a fast pace.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 15:43:16 GMT -5
"I don't know--things. To be warm. To want, need for a minute."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 15:45:20 GMT -5
*Enjolras could, of course, need and want just as much as or more than any other person, but he was very good at hiding it. He said nothing but pulled ahead some more.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 15:50:08 GMT -5
The little man growled and quite suprised himself by bowling into Enjolras and taking him down to the pavement. He shouted angrily in the man's face, trying to say one thing, and only managed to get out a strangled nothing, followed by "You kissed me!"
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 16:35:36 GMT -5
*Enjolras shoved Grantaire off and stood before speaking.*
"Yes, I did, and then you disappeared and showed up here." *He snapped, brushing his vest off and turning.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 21:27:00 GMT -5
He grunted when he was pushed away and tried to get to his feet, falling to one side again before managing to get up. The sleeve of his suitcoat was torn at the shoulder seam and he plucked at it, frowning.
"Well, I don't know what to think of...of what you think. You never say anything, and I wanted things I couldn't stand to hear you laugh at me for. And you're safe this way--and fucking hell, here he comes..."
He tried to starighten himself out as Morangias came up the street, a burly footman at his side.
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 21:32:36 GMT -5
*Enjolras met the other man's eye before turning in the opposite direction.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 21:35:28 GMT -5
Grantaire examined his own shambled appearance, trying to pull up the tear on his sleeve to hide it and then gave a sort of startled jerk and blurted out
"Offer to buy me!"
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 21:36:19 GMT -5
*That stopped Enjolras, mostly because it confused him. He turned and frowned at Grantaire as if to say WTF.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 21:39:12 GMT -5
"He likes...material things, and that's what I am. So...you could buy me. Probably."
He muttered and cast his eyes down as the old Comte and his man drew closer. Morangias had his specially designed long pistol in his hand, at his side.
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 21:41:59 GMT -5
*Enjolras wasn't... exactly sure how to go about this. At all. But he masked his confusion and met Morangias's eyes as he approached.*
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 14, 2008 21:48:30 GMT -5
The older man stopped a few paced before them, scowling.
"Renard, you are very late--and where is your hat?"
He quipped and then trained his eyes on Enjolras.
"You again, monsuier. Haven't you seen that your lover has made his choice, such as it was? Or shall I have to have it out with you over my property." He nodded to Grantaire withthe final word.
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 21:52:08 GMT -5
*Eyes narrowed.*
"While I disagree with the idea of humans as property... how much?" *He snarled. What he meant in his head was how much for Grantaire's freedom, but he didn't figure Morangias would understand that concept.*
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 14, 2008 21:57:30 GMT -5
Morangias tilted his head to one side and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you trying to be noble, boy?"
His tone said that he wasn't amused with that idea, and his eyes moved from Enjolras to Grantaire, darkening predatorially.
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 21:58:16 GMT -5
"How. Much." *He growled.*
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