#momes

today's chapter

[ID: two square drawings by black pen side-by-side. The one on the left, labeled ‘9-Medicine’, features Joly, with round glasses, piping liquid from a glass jar while sticking his tongue out. The drawing on the right, labeled '10-Mindful’, features Gavroche sleeping with his momes each on one side holding him, in the background there's a metal grid. End ID.]

[ID: Lineless digital art of Gavroche and the two mômes; Gavroche is standing with one finger up as if he is teaching something, while the younger of the mômes is sitting and the older is standing next to him, both looking in Gavroche’s direction. The three boys are framed by rocky dark brown silhouettes, and look small against a background done in gradually lightening shades of brown, with two buildings and the elephant statue in the distance. The second and third images are close-ups of Gavroche and the mômes. End ID.]

James Roblez

“I’m always ready to help,” Azelma said quickly, she didn’t want to lose his attention, not now when she had a chance to make him notice her. To give her more responsibilities in the family business. “I know you are,” his eyes snapped back to hers and he smirked, “in fact, I have a very special task for you today. It requires discretion and good timing.” “When am I not on time, or discreet?” she dared to ask. “You’ve been good. So far. Are you interested?” “Of course,” she pulled her ponytail tighter and sat up.