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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:46:46 GMT -5
"If that's what explains it, then yes."
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 22:48:23 GMT -5
He frowned and made a little sort of leap to catch up.
"Explains what?"
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:49:39 GMT -5
"WHY YOU LEAVING MAKES ME EMO, STUPID."
"Nothing." *He muttered.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 22:53:09 GMT -5
He slipped around and walked in front of Enjolras, skillfully backwards, somehow.
"No--no it's not 'nothing'. What needs explaining? Tell me now, I'll forget it by morning, so you'll be safe."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:55:11 GMT -5
*He nudged Grantaire away, scowling.*
"It's nothing if I say it's nothing."
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 22:57:29 GMT -5
The darker man tripped and went sprawling on the pavement, momentarily before catching up again.
"If it were nothing you wouldn't have said what it was! So say it now, Vincent."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 22:57:52 GMT -5
"NO!" *He barked, speeding up.*
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 23:00:59 GMT -5
Grantaire had to jog to keep up, and he was sweating and panting.
"There's something. I need you to tell me!"
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 23:19:14 GMT -5
"No, you don't!"
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 23:23:38 GMT -5
"Then there is something!"
Now he grabbed Enjolras' wrist and pulled him around, not too roughly, but enough to try and get him to stop a minute.
"Was it too much money? I can give you at least some of it back."
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Post by Enjolras on May 14, 2008 23:24:32 GMT -5
*He sighed impatiently, turning around.*
"It has nothing to do with money."
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Post by Grantaire on May 14, 2008 23:26:53 GMT -5
"Is it because I'm drunk--I'm not so much now...only a little. I just drank to numb the...you know."
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Post by Enjolras on May 15, 2008 8:20:44 GMT -5
"No, though you're quite aware of my opinion of you when you're drunk."
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Post by Grantaire on May 15, 2008 8:23:21 GMT -5
"What is it, then?"
He pleaded, feeling his head throb as his eyes cleared of their alcoholic fog.
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Post by Enjolras on May 15, 2008 8:24:31 GMT -5
*Enjolras let out some kind of frustrated cry and pulled a little ahead, continuing to walk.*
I don't know.
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