#cosetteish

--How does this look? 

  [ Marius emerges from the dressing room decked out in a new plaid shirt, hands gesturing to the jeans he happens to be trying on -- nose crinkled up into a scowl, he frowns at Cosette. ] 

[ cosetteish ] 

   "I have something for you!" 

    As the two of them inched closer to the actual ride portion of It's A Small World -- a ride Young Marius was traumatized of as a child, when his Grandfather told him the small figurines would  F I N D  H I M  if he did not memorize the continents of the world in grade school -- he turned to Cosette, eyes bright nonetheless. 

  "Here," from his extra large fanny pack he pulled an envelope, "I have something better back at the hotel, but I wanted to give you this now, before I forget." Marius held it towards her, countenance growing to be one of almost sheepishness. 

As their recent conversation about Valjean died down, Marius found his mind lingering on a particular topic of interest; while he knew she was adopted, he knew not under what circumstances. 

"--How often do you see your dad, then?" 

So he sat in their meeting place that afternoon on the soft tuft of grass, legs crossed and waiting - to his side was a picnic basket wherein sat the replacement cake Marius had made. Nervously, he refreshed his phone, took a sip of his coffee, glanced out to the span of the park, and waited.