#ofrectcngles

[text] Excuses, excuses :p

[text] Guess you’ll never get to know lol

[text] Maybe R came over to the apartment to help me procrastinate writing my argument for this upcoming case and we ended up putting polisher on the floor to make it slippery? Maybe I slipped into the counter while documenting it all on Snapchat?

“Sacré Bleu! You little miscreant! How dar- ... Gavrouche? What are you doing you little turd?” Courf asked of his young friend, knowing full well the lad had just tried to pick pocket him. He raised an eyebrow at an impudent young fellow, grabbing his arm as he listened to his explanation. “You know if you need anything you can come by my place, I always have jobs for you to do, if nothing else it would keep you out of trouble.” Courf said, knowing full well that Gavrouche would like be turning deaf ears to him. At least they had finally gotten to the point that the boy stopped fighting whenever Courf found him and returned him home. 

They were still a ways away from home when courf glanced down at the boy and wordlessly lead him into McDonald’s and told him to order what he wanted, praying Eponine wouldn’t kill him for this later. As they walked out the door and turned the corner, Gavrouche ran headlong into someone else. Courf reached an arm out to steady the person giving Gavrouche a reproachful look for being more interested in his bag of food than the well being of the person he had bumped.

[text] Hi name’s Gueulemer :)

Bahorel hadn’t meant to spy; he really hadn’t. He had been trying to get Joly’s attention for three blocks. Or two. Who was counting? Alright, so, maybe he’d stopped after the first. But only because Joly’s head had been so far up in the clouds and he’d been waiting for the right moment to make his presence known. Couldn’t rush dramatic entrances. Anyway, what mattered was his intentions had been almost entirely pure. So, this situation had better not blow up in his face.

💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 

First, there would be shock — even if she’d seen it coming. Speechlessness. Then, guilt. There would be guilt no matter what.

Iphigenia would struggle to voice her needs and allow herself to be comforted. She would put everything on hold to obsess over whatever needed doing to give the deceased a proper send-off and ease the pain of the bereaved. She’d want to see the body for closure. Tears would not come until well after the funeral and, even then, not easily.

🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed?

Unless that someone was her mortal enemy, Magnon would help — reluctantly. To be honest, even mortal enemies stand a good chance. Being a reluctant (!) helper is a big part of her character. It’s not so much compassion that drives her as an all-encompassing feeling of responsibility and plain impatience.

She wouldn’t even have to be the only one around; just the most competent one. And, if you ask her, she is that in pretty much any given situation.