+ e-ponin-e
“There’s no time to be preoccupied. He’s not taking the cause seriously, all because he saw some little blonde girl once and he thinks she’s the end all, be all.” Enjolras sighed, licking his lips. “Sorry, I don’t mean to put these frustrations on you.”
"No," she shook her head. "I enjoy listening to your opinions. You have a lot of them, but they're all very interesting. I agree, too, he is being foolish," Eponine sighed. "But he's also a young man, and like many others like him, he's interested in romance I s'pose."










