whenthepupgrows started following you
“Hey, kid. You need something?”
Gavroche eyed the woman and slowly shook his head, his messy hair almost covering over his eyes. “No, Mademoiselle, I don’ believe I do.”
Eponine eyed the kid right back, plucking absentmindedly at one string of her guitar. "What's your name, kid?" She asked, leaning forward.




















