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A. Rude 😂 B. Joke’s on you because this one isn’t even a Taylor Swift song.

6. “Show Yourself” from Frozen 2.

Courfius, developing relationship, canon-era.

Marius knocked on Courfeyrac’s door, taking a deep breath as the other man opened the door. “I have come to seek your advice,” he announced.

Courfeyrac arched an eyebrow and took a step back, ushering Marius into his apartment with a sweeping bow. “Advice, hmm?” he asked as he closed the door behind them. “Advice on which of the many subjects I define myself an expert of?” He smirked at Marius. “How to woo a young lady, perhaps?”

“No,” Marius said, much too quickly. “You know there is no young lady I would wish to woo save for the one who is lost to me.”

Courfeyrac looked like he very much wished to comment on that, but instead changed tacks. “How to bed a stranger, then, to clear your mind of thoughts of the one you have lost?”

Marius cleared his throat, refusing to allow himself to get dragged into this. “Believe it or not, she is the last thing on my mind at the moment.”

Courfeyrac smiled, a warm smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “I take that as a compliment, you know.”

“It was intended as such,” Marius told him. “But no, that is not the advice I seek.”

“Then what?”

Marius could tell that the tips of his ears were starting to burn red, and he blurted, “I seek sartorial advice.”

-Today at work I was thinking hard about a project I would like to do one day, which is an online, fully illustrated version of Les Mis. Maybe not sprinkle illustrations throughout the text, but have links to artworks within the text for as many scenes as possible. Fanwork, more official historical illustrations, some of Hugo’s own stuff, etc.

-Is this a drunk emoji? If so, last weekend I went to my first party since COVID (for vaxxed people). It was Kentucky Derby themed and I got mildly trashed on mint juleps in the middle of the day.

How I feel about this character: Oh Marius, what a weird nerd who means well 

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Cosette and Courfeyrac! 

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Also Courfeyrac! I love them. 

My unpopular opinion about this character: I dunno if it’s unpopular but I do get frustrated with Marius re: how he treats Valjean before he realizes it was Valjean who saved him. I hope he and Cosette can have a long chat about that eventually! 

Can confirm-- I don't even like french toast but his was so good that I still think about it

I remember being disappointment as a kid when I tried restaurant French Toast, because it was just a big letdown compared with my dad making it. This is True Fact.

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For you? Always. Canon era? Canon era.

“What say you?”

Marius looked at Courfeyrac with narrowed eyes. “Why should I agree to this?” he asked skeptically. “I will lose.”

Courfeyrac waved a dismissive hand. “Were you battling Grantaire, perhaps, but you and I are better matched than you might realize. Besides—” He offered Marius a winning smile. “There are no losers here.”

Though Marius hesitated for a moment more, he finally nodded decisively. “Then let us engage in combat,” he announced.

“Excellent,” Courfeyrac said, still grinning, and he reached for the bottle of wine to pour them both a glass, passing one across the table to Marius. He lifted his own glass in a toast. “To victory.”

Joly nudged Bossuet as Marius clinked his glass against Courfeyrac’s. “What are those two fools doing?”

“I believe it is a drinking contest,” Bossuet told him in an undertone. “Though what they hope to accomplish...”

He trailed off and Joly shook his head slowly as he watched Marius and Courfeyrac both draining their wine. “They’re both going to end up dead.”

“Probably,” Bossuet said cheerfully. “Care to watch?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

But as the hours dragged on and the bottles drained grew steadily, Les Amis took their leave until it was just Marius and Courfeyrac, both almost falling off their chairs as they beamed wildly at each other. “My — hic — dear man,” Courfeyrac said, with some difficulty. “How do you fare?”

Marius waved a hand, almost sending his glass flying. “Well, well, well, well...” He trailed off. “What did you ask?”

Courfeyrac leaned forward. “You are drunk.”

“That is a scurrilous accusation,” Marius said.

“And yet you don’t deny—” Courfeyrac broke off, his eyes narrowing as he attempted to focus at something that had come loose from under Marius’s chair. “Wassat?”

“Nothing,” Marius said quickly, attempting to knock it back under his seat, but Courfeyrac lurched forward, almost falling on his face, though he recovered enough to grab the bucket Marius had at some point stashed under his chair. 

Courfeyrac looked into the bucket, which was half-full of wine, and back at Marius, his mouth hanging slack. “Cheating!” he practically bellowed, though he looked frankly impressed at the development. “You’ve been cheating!”

“I would never!” Marius protested, but he was laughing. 

“This is an outrage, sir, and I will not stand to see—” Marius kissed him, a fleeting peck to the corner of his mouth, and Courfeyrac broke off, startled. “What are you—”

Again, Marius kissed him, this time a kiss to his cheek, followed swiftly by one to his forehead. “Stop it, fiend,” Courfeyrac said, but he was laughing now as well as he struggled in vain to push Marius away without putting forth any effort whatsoever.

Marius pressed one final kiss to the tips of Courfeyrac’s fingers before sitting back, laughing. “You won two bottles ago, friend,” he said. “I warned I would not be able to keep up.”

“You could have just yielded,” Courfeyrac said with a mock pout.

“Ah, but my friend, as you are so fond of telling me, where would be the fun in that?”

Courfeyrac laughed loudly and stood, swaying only slightly, and he held his hand out to Marius. “Come, then. As the victor, I demand my spoils of war.”

Marius allowed Courfeyrac to pull him to his feet, both men staggering slightly under the influence of far too much wine. “And what spoils would those be?”

Courfeyrac tilted Marius’s chin gently upward and kissed him lightly. “That,” he said simply. “And then home to sleep before we both pass out in the streets.”

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Courfeyrac and Enjolras:

who steals french fries off the other’s plate?

Enjolras. It’s completely unintentional, because he’s absentmindedly eating while talking politics with Courfeyrac, but Courfeyrac doesn’t mind.

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple?

Courfeyrac doesn’t move in for a kiss, but he does wrap his arm around Enjolras’ shoulder and start telling an outrageous tale about how totally hot his boyfriend is and how they met.

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail?

I feel like this is an equal opportunity bailing-out sort of thing. 

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues?

Given that Enjolras only has eyes for The Republic, Courfeyrac never has the occasion to give him advice. Enjolras does try to give comfort to Courfeyrac when he’s having relationship troubles, but it’s mostly by being there to listen and not to give any actual advice. (”Er…have you tried…flowers? Those are nice? I am told? I don’t really get it, but it seems to be a thing?”)

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes?

Courfeyrac, absolutely. Enjolras just sighs when he does this.

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk?

Courfeyrac. Enjolras Likes To Be Tall, but is willing to cede it to his friend.

who starts and who wins the pillow fights?

Courfeyrac starts it, but Enjolras, with superior tactics, wins.

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush?

Again, no one. It wouldn’t occur to Enjolras to say this, and Courfeyrac wouldn’t say this to Enjolras since Enjolras’ crush is the Republican Ideal, which does not wear pants.

Marius and Courfeyrac

who steals french fries off the other’s plate?

Marius, absentmindedly. Courfeyrac then gives him the rest of his fries.

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple?

Courfeyrac. Marius turns bright red when he does it, though secretly he kind of likes it.

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail?

Marius, and he is Very Disappointed in Courfeyrac for having to do so.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues?

Courfeyrac, absolutely. Or he would if Marius would just talk to him about it jeez! He has so much advice to give! So much! Some of it might not even entirely scandalize Marius!

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes?

Courfeyrac. Marius is Very Disappointed in Courfeyrac for doing this.

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk?

Courfeyrac. Marius just side-eyes the bunkbed because why are there beds on top of each other? Is this a thing? Why would you do that? Can’t you just have the beds next to each other like sensible people?

who starts and who wins the pillow fights?

Courfeyrac starts it, but Marius, with surprising and quite frankly terrifying ferocity, wins.

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush?