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[I am going to be very busy for I don't know how long. If I happen to neglect this account, that would be why. I apologise in advance to anyone with whom I have been speaking; it is not intentional if I seem to be ignoring you.]

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What Would Your Reaction Be If My Muse Suddenly Appeared On Your Doorstep After Being Missing For Three Years?

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The eternal struggle: How hungry you are vs. how much effort you are willing to put into making food

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if you interrupt me while i am singing les mis i will continue singing while staring you straight in the eyes so you will be forced to either join me or leave

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"That's surprising," the boy teases. "You actually agree on something? Let me guess: is it that red is his colour?" He sticks his tongue out, but other than his teasing, he doesn't press it. 

“On the contrary!” Grantaire insists. “He has many things of value to say. Although I will not dispute the former point; he certainly does dominate the meetings.” Hands in his pockets, he strolls along the road toward the Musain.

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"Not saying he doesn't. He just says the same valuable stuff over and over." Gavroche casts him a sidelong glance. "Hey, I thought you didn't agree with him...?" 'I'll never understand grown-ups,' he thinks to himself. 

"On the contrary!" Grantaire insists. "He has many things of value to say. Although I will not dispute the former point; he certainly does dominate the meetings." Hands in his pockets, he strolls along the road toward the Musain.

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Reblog if its okay to ask you creepy anon questions.

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"Merci," he says for what feels like the thousandth time. At the mention of another one of Enjolras' speeches, he groans slightly. "He always dominates meetings and always says the same stuff." Still, he makes his way towards the Musain, regardless.

"Keep that as well. I daresay you have greater need of it than I." Offering a small smile, he gestures in the direction of the café. "Shall we return to the Musain, then? I believe our dear friend Enjolras has a meeting planned for this afternoon."

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[OOC]

[J'ai crainte d'être ennuyeux. Je veux parler aux autres, mais je ne sais pas si je serai accepté. C'est probablement absurde, mais... je ne sais pas.]

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"Merci." It's in his nature to share, but the man does raise a strong argument. Whether he's eaten or not, Gavroche is unsure; but it is true that food isn't really very easy to come by. "At least take your change?" he prods, though he's honestly kind of hoping he can keep it.

"No, no." He waves a hand with a shake of his head. "Keep what you have. I have eaten more than my fill today." He hasn't, but that's beside the point. Gavroche needs the food far more than Grantaire does, and Grantaire can always get more for himself later. "Enjoy it while you can."

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“It is he! My brother is here. He must not see me. He would scold me.”

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He can't help but be excited. That's probably more money than he's ever held in his life. He nods, shouting a quick, "Merci!" and runs into the bakery. It doesn't take him too long to go through potential purchases in his head: if he buys sweets, he's going to have less for his money. Instead, he calculates how much bread he could get (having learnt rudimentary maths for the sole purpose of not letting himself be ripped off) and how long he can make it last before it goes bad, and gets what he thinks is the perfect amount. Walking back outside, he holds out a bit to his friend. "Want some?" A bit of food in his stomach should soak up some of the alcohol, right?

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A knowing smile passes his lips, accompanied by a low chuckle. He reaches out to ruffle Gavroche’s hair affectionately and says, “You are as sly as a fox, little one. And I think that you know the answer to your question.”

“Haven’t had a bite,” he responds, grin growing ever wider, playfully swatting at Grantaire’s hand. Of course, he actually hadn’t eaten yet today, but he’s pretty sure he had yesterday, and that’s sort of the same thing, right?

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[Present-day AU, open RP]

“Merde,” Gavroche mutters, rubbing his hands together. It shouldn’t be so damn cold in the spring. Reaching into his pocket, he fishes around until he finds a lighter that he filched from the cafe that his friends frequent. He briefly contemplates whether it’s even worth trying to warm himself up with the small flame. In the end, he decides against it. Besides, he’s been colder before. “J’ai faim." The fifteen year old doesn't realise that he's talking aloud to himself. He needs to find one of his friends, he thinks; maybe they’ll find it in their hearts to feed him.

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Gavroche follows after him nervously, making sure that he doesn't walk into the middle of the street or something. He's not quite sure what to do, and he almost feels bad for making the poor guy buy him some food, but he decides that it's fine; the more money Grantaire spends on him, the less he has to pickle his liver. Why, he's practically giving a charity of his own!

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A knowing smile passes his lips, accompanied by a low chuckle. He reaches out to ruffle Gavroche’s hair affectionately and says, “You are as sly as a fox, little one. And I think that you know the answer to your question.”

“Haven’t had a bite,” he responds, grin growing ever wider, playfully swatting at Grantaire’s hand. Of course, he actually hadn’t eaten yet today, but he’s pretty sure he had yesterday, and that’s sort of the same thing, right?

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"Hey, hey... easy, big guy. You need any help keeping steady?" He nervously holds his hands out, grabbing onto the stumbling man's arm. "Don't kill yourself. You can't feed me if you're dead!" he jokes uneasily.

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A knowing smile passes his lips, accompanied by a low chuckle. He reaches out to ruffle Gavroche’s hair affectionately and says, “You are as sly as a fox, little one. And I think that you know the answer to your question.”

“Haven’t had a bite,” he responds, grin growing ever wider, playfully swatting at Grantaire’s hand. Of course, he actually hadn’t eaten yet today, but he’s pretty sure he had yesterday, and that’s sort of the same thing, right?

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A knowing smile passes his lips, accompanied by a low chuckle. He reaches out to ruffle Gavroche’s hair affectionately and says, “You are as sly as a fox, little one. And I think that you know the answer to your question.”

"Haven't had a bite," he responds, grin growing ever wider, playfully swatting at Grantaire's hand. Of course, he actually hadn't eaten yet today, but he's pretty sure he had yesterday, and that's sort of the same thing, right?