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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 14, 2008 22:03:49 GMT -5
The Comte shifted a little and handed his pistol off to his footman and tucked his hand into the folds of his cloak.
"Ten thousand. Plus the cost of the hat."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:05:19 GMT -5
*He nodded, keeping a slight air of disdain for the whole transaction about him.*
"Done."
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Post by Jean-François de Morangias on May 14, 2008 22:12:27 GMT -5
"Very well. You may bring it by tomorrow. And of course you know what will happen if you do not. Deleon is very intelligent and won't fall for the same weapon twice. There you are then, the little bastard is yours. And I'm certain we'll be meeting again."
He straightened himself and turned with his man to go.
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:15:48 GMT -5
"My solicitor will be by." *He said cooly, with an air of hauteur that had been bred into him and which he had been raised to.*
*He turned, expecting Grantaire to follow until they were out of earshot of Morangais.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 22:20:17 GMT -5
The little man slunk after his savior, too drunk to figure out whether he was happy to be free, or more miserable to have caused Enjolras more trouble--far, far more than he was worth. When they rounded the corner, Grantaire struggled to keep up, still more than a bit confused.
"Sh'd'I go back to the Musain?"
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:23:11 GMT -5
"You're going to drink yourself into a stupor." *He snapped, but he slowed his pace.* "If you haven't already."
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 22:27:05 GMT -5
"Alright!" He said, rather excitedly, grinning until he figured out it wasn't a command.
"Oh...well...wouldn't you?"
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:28:39 GMT -5
"Ten thousand francs and a hat later, you've got your freedom, so choose with it!" *Enjolras practically yelled, wheeling on Grantaire.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 22:30:47 GMT -5
The man cowered a little, stumbling backward. He blinked, and frowned, trying to pull his wits together.
"Choose?"
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:34:06 GMT -5
"Yes, choose! It's what people do when they're not... indentured, or whatever that was! So CHOOSE!"
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 22:35:45 GMT -5
Grantaire flinched and straightened again, trying to look steady and sturdy.
"Choose what!"
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:39:51 GMT -5
"CHOOSE. Just... CHOOSE. Choose whether to go to the bloody Musain, or follow me around, or crawl back to him like you did last time but for God's sake CHOOSE SOMETHING!"
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 22:42:28 GMT -5
"I...would choose to follow you." he muttered. "If you allowed it. Anywhere. I would choose you."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:43:28 GMT -5
"Fine. Then. Follow me." *He said finally, turning and walking off towards his house.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 22:45:46 GMT -5
He struggled a bit to keep up, trying not to stumble and refusing to let himself need help along.
"You're angry."
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