deux || iris message

[habitually]

You know, it's kinda funny. This year I guess I stuck to some resolutions I don't remember making-- like, oh, finally getting out of my stepdad's house--

[ funny how getting kicked out makes that easy to do. ]

--and quitting smoking-- [ thanks a ton Eponine. ]

--and getting real close with my dad. [ no. really, Eponine. thanks. ]

Huh. Yeah. Wonder what this year's gonna have in store. Can't wait. [ With an eyeroll and a familiar, irritating itch for a smoke. ]

So. How many of you are going to make optimistic promises you're not gonna keep, eh? I know I'm tapped out of 'em, but that's just me.

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[habitually]

Oh? Do elaborate.

[ little shit. ]

[angeliaforos]

[It's what he's good for. He puts on a high-pitched southern belle voice, just for effect, batting his eyelashes.]

Why, I do declare, I see you so very rarely talking on these here IMs, my heart just skips a beat when I see your face up in the rainbow!

[Asshole.]

[habitually]

[ gabe is so lucky there's a fucking rainbow between r's fist and his face. ]

what. the hell. is that accent.

[ OKAY R IS FRENCH HE'S CONFUSED. Also his accent is just various stages of 'hon hon hon' so he can't even retaliate. ]

[angeliaforos]

[Gabriel decides to pay Grantaire a visit for this one instead.]

I'm guessing you've never been to the South.

[habitually]

The South of... the U.S.? [ Furrowing his brow. ]

No, I've just been around this, uh-- state. ...do they seriously talk like that?

[angeliaforos]

No, the south of France. Yes, dumbass, the American South.

[Still, he shakes his head.]

They don't talk like that anymore. But they used to. I think. Movies don't lie, R.

casually throws it wherever i can #noregets

[habitually]

That's a shame, I mean, look at Canada. They kept their stupid accents alive, too bad that one didn't stick.

[ Ah, where's Cosette when he needs her. ]

Movies? Oh never-- that's why Santa Claus and angels are all real, right?

SOBS

[angeliaforos]

[He just narrows his eyes at Grantaire.]

Angels, Santa. We're children of gods, R. Who knows.

I'M SORRY no i'm not

[habitually]

[ Opening his mouth... and closing it again. ]

Okay, you got a point.

Still. I've seen this place. Got no flying reindeer around.

[angeliaforos]

[Gabriel loves it when he gets to win.]

Okay, I could put antler headbands on all of the Pegasi and nobody would notice the difference.

[Gabriel, horses, winged or not, are probably not even in the same family as reindeer.

Probably.]

[habitually]

...hey, but that would be kind of an awesome prank, right? Or we could use horns. Unicorns.

[ Why. ]

[angeliaforos]

Now - now you are speaking on my level. This is why we're friends, Grantaire. I bet none of these chucklefucks around here has ever actually seen a unicorn before.

[habitually]

I haven't either, to be fair. [ Grinning. ]

We should fix this. Imagine the younger kids' reactions. A real live unicorn, that can fly!

[ And the crushing disappointment when they find out it's a lie. Welcome to life, kids.

See: why Grantaire should not have children. ]