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[weneedasign]

 [There's the sound of a guitar coming from the amphitheater early in the morning. It's nothing special, just a few simple chords to warm-up being done over and over again with the occasional pause.

For those that plan to investigate they'll find Enjolras sitting in one of the first rows playing. By his side is a notebook, the page covered in words that have been furiously crossed out and a letter beneath it.

He's not exactly in the mood for company or to talk, but he won't turn anyone away if they want so feel free to come bother him.]

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[ospreyed]

Yeah. You are.

See the side of New York that tourists don't get to see. And, we both know, if I'm left unsupervised, I'm likely to never come back.

[weneedasign]

That's a very compelling point.

We'll have to talk to Chiron.

[He frowns, eyes flickering back to his notebook before back to Eponine. The wheels in his head are turning.]

[ospreyed]

That will go over so well, I'm sure.

Let's just leave the tattoo out of it and say I wanna show you the dark side of the city.

[weneedasign]

I think I can think of a few things to convince him. Can you be on your best behavior?

[The last part was said in jest because he knows Eponine.]

[ospreyed]

[She gives him a look.]

I'll be a regular angel.