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[habitually]

[ A very sullen and grumpy looking boy with a bandaged and freshly-swollen face is coming back into camp. Didn't notice Grantaire was gone? That's okay, it was only for a little over a day. For anyone failing to notice his bruised eyes or bandaged nose, he's also carrying a folded piece of red, white, and blue fabric.

Grantaire finally, after a few weeks, went to see a damn doctor. (No, he's not letting an Apollo kid look at it, thank you-- it's thanks to one of those stupid sun kids he got his nose busted in the first place.) It's obviously not been a pleasant trip outside the barriers, given that his nose had to be re-broken and aligned after it didn't heal properly from last month. He just wants to go back to his cabin and sulk properly. ]


private to enjolras
Hey: Sucker Punch. I got you a new flag. Come to the Dionysus cabin if you want it. And see my x-ray results while you're at it. Asshole.

[ He makes a slight whimper when he scowls, realizing that contorts the broken bone, gingerly touching his poor nose before he dismisses the rainbow. ]

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[habitually]

I'm sorry, I just kind of snuck away. Didn't wanna make a big deal about it.

[ He smiles back a little. ] Next time I'll be sure to invite you. But hey, here's something at least. I'm sure you have a ton of these though--

[ Pulling a Canadian nickel out of his pocket. ] I knew you guys liked beavers, but... dam.

[impetueux]

Oh I wish you had. I would have liked to go, so don't forget in the future.

[She looks delighted, making a happy little squeal as she grabs the nickel from him.]

You just can't appreciate culture. The beaver's our national animal.

[habitually]

Oh, I know. That says a lot about Canada.

[impetueux]

And that pun says a lot about you, but we don't focus on things like that.

[She gently pinches his cheek for good measure.]

[habitually]

Well it should! I thought it was a good pun, considering this is not my native tongue. Gimme a break.

[ Making a face at her pinching and brushing her hand away, probably lingering over it a bit too long. ]

[impetueux]

I aboslutely refuse to give you credit for such a horrible pun.

[She feels the brush away and absently links a finger with his, turning slightly pink as she does so.]

Honestly, if your English is that well off, then I'm going to expect better from you.

[habitually]

[ Rolling his eyes and finding himself hooking his back around hers absentmindedly, feeling something turn over around his stomach. ]

Who's being the judge? You? [ With a distrustful look. ] 'Cause I'm not sure I'm trusting you to do that after the commootee.

[impetueux]

Half of the English language is about actual creativity...a pun on beaver puns doesn't count though. Not like the commoottee.

[Are you starting to think this might be a little subjective yet, R?]

It's all about combining words, not using the same boring old ones, gosh.

[She swings their fingers back and forth as she fake chides him, clearly happy with the circumstances.]

[habitually]

[ scoffing and leaning in a little as he pulls her by her hand toward him. ]

Calling me uncreative? I'm hurt. would I win any points switching to French?

[impetueux]

[She smiles, easily leaning in with the encouragement.]

That's cheating, you're stronger in French than I am. How am I supposed to judge you now?

[habitually]

And you are stronger in English. We're helping each other by switching, mon petit. Now I can properly tease you. Only fair after breaking my nose again.

[ insert some french pun here. laugh. laugh hysterically. laugh because i don't actually know french help. ]

[impetueux]

How rude, teasing me. Maybe you deserved that broken nose after all.

[She crinkles her decidedly unbroken Disney princess nose just to make a point.]

[habitually]

I did, I didn't dare to go that far. [ Blissful smile. ]

It was rather a running bet, really, who would punch me in the face first. For a while there I was sure it would be Eponine. Knew that you were a lost cause. Don't think I've ever met someone so decidedly forgiving.

Don't think you could hit someone if you tried.

[impetueux]

I could!

[She couldn't.]

I could be vicious, you don't know. Especially if you push and tease me like this.

[habitually]

You could also actually call me all the names everyone else calls me but you won't.

[ Leaning in and grinning. Ignoring the fact that this distance actually makes him wonder if he's going too far. ]

Wonder why that is, hmm?

[impetueux]

I could so.

[She laughs at first, paying no attention to the closed distance until it becomes too obvious; her face falls as she catches on to the lack of space.]

...I-I don't know.

[habitually]

Well if you don't know then I definitely don't have a clue. But--

[ He kisses her, quickly, the space so minimal it feels like nothing-- but it's not nothing. It's everything. And it's-- She didn't ask him to do that. Fuck. Fuck.

The last curse is said aloud as he steps back several steps and his eyes go so wide it makes his nose ache. ]

[impetueux]

[Cosette's eyes are still wide, doe-eyed and is he walking away, after doing such a thing? No that's--]

Stop running away you idiot.

[She absentmindedly thinks that finally, she calls him something rude, and doesn't that just show him, but it's pushed aside as she curls his hand to rest by his neck and kisses him soundly.]

/driveby

[ospreyed]

[Stop that. Both of you. Grantaire, you're a dick and Eponine hates you for life.

Stop that.]

Re: /driveby

[impetueux]

[Just for that Eponine?

She's kissing him even more, just for you. <3]

Re: /driveby

[ospreyed]

[Hussy.]

Re: /driveby

[habitually]

[ What does that make him? ]

[habitually]

[ He's about to reply but he simply lets it go as he relaxes kisses her back, but then he winces and does have to pull back again quickly. ]

Ow, ow... [ Gingerly touching his bandaged nose. ]

I'm sorry, I just-- wait, but why did you kiss me back? [ HE'S THICK. OKAY. ]

[impetueux]

Oh, oh I'm sorry! As it okay...?

[She pulls backs as well, ghosting over his nose with gentle hands, not quite touching. Still, there's a healthy blush to her cheeks and she cannot for the life of her stop smiling.]

...Why wouldn't I kiss you back?

[habitually]

I'm okay, don't worry about it. It's not like it wasn't worth it.

[ Chuckling and biting his lip. Why was he being so nervous? Damn. ]

I asked why you would. If you want I can make a list to respond to your question.