#fieldofthelark

       { It’s an honest mistake when Bahorel realizes he doesn’t have any money on him — He doesn’t get paid until the following Friday and he could have sworn he had a 20 dollar bill on him somewhere.  Looking at Cosette, he sighs softly — } 

"I can take care of m’self—"

      { It comes out as a slur — He really can take care of himself, but everyone knows he loves nothing more than a brawl… And the bruise blooming on his cheek is proof of that. }

Opinion on;

Character in general:  cOSETTE. COSETTE. I love her so much okay so so much I cannot express how much I lover her.How they play them:  We have not interacted but I've read a few stuff when it's popped up on my dash and just yes yes yes i love this cosette a lot from afar okayThe Mun:   *pets* aa no this mun seems so super lovely oh gosh

Do I:

RP with them:  nopee.Want to RP with them:  of course everyone needs more r and cosette cuteness in their lives

What is my;

Combeferre had been sitting in one spot for over an hour, his legs beginning to cramp. He'd been trying to grade papers, trying to decipher exactly what was and was not legible--he swore being an intern was fifteen thousand times harder than an actual teacher.

It's easy to say Combeferre knows the sea. Well, at least how to navigate the sea. He's known since he was a child how to sail, and around since a teenager he's gone out on his own. And that's what he was doing now, years later.

He was just lounging for right now, letting the light wind take the sail (and go between just stalling).. A storm wasn't planned for any time soon, so he couldn't really say he was worried. Though, he hadn't realized that the net he had in the back was starting go into the sea (it wouldn't snap off considering it was attached to the boat).