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Grantaire was not one to shy away from a challenge. In fact, most would argue that he was one to look challenge in the eye, arch a brow, and then valiantly defeat it armed with aggressive indifference. But indifference was only so strong a weapon, and he was starting to feel his grip tighten around his glass and his teeth dig into the side of his cheek. Men could be cruel. Drunk men in the thick of a pub crueler.

When Jean spoke, Grantaire’s eyes went wide. He glanced at him, at first unsure if he’d even heard him speak at all, but quickly confirmed himself. Before the leering men could come back with something stronger than a half-hearted retort, Grantaire grabbed Jean by the arm and spun him away from the bar.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured. “It was not the first time I have been called a worthless drunkard. But you are kind to think otherwise. Are you all right?”

Jehan rarely was the person to raise his voice. He did not hesitate to join an argument, but it was usually soft spoken with clear facts and well-thought points. However, he was also the person to deeply care about his friends and the kind of person to walk through a fire if it might possibly help one of them.

When he witnessed some rude men treating Grantaire in a cruel way, a fire inside of him was sparked right away. He knew he could throw a punch or two if it was needed to, so he did not fear to speak up to them. With his voice loud and his eyes practically spewing fire, he told them very clearly to shut the fuck up.

With anger and passion inside of him, he made it his goal to name every single reason that made Grantaire so much more than a worthless drunkard. He was well on his way, already at point eight on his list, when Grantaire grabbed his arm.

“It hasn’t yet, but c’mon, what if...” He trailed off as he tried to think of the way to say it without coming off as ridiculous and sentimental, but as much fun as it was to fool around he also firmly believed in that connection, that everyone had someone out there for them, and he was pretty sure despite his claims Grantaire did too. Neither knew for certain, Courfeyrac had yet to gain the marking that would tell him who he was meant to be with, and if Grantaire knew he hadn’t told, but it felt wrong to goof around about it. 

Oh my god,,

      Some Munday thing - Not Accepting

           Hi hello friend I’m sorry this took way too long whoops

             I love Carlotta’s confidence most of all. She’s charismatic, she can be extremely charming, and she knows it. No matter what the siutation, Carlotta believes in herself - frankly. I’ve made her a model for myself in that regard.

            Lolo needs to learn when to stop talking. It’s not that she needs to not express herself, but she can dominate conversations for so, so long if she doesn’t watch herself and it’s annoying even as the person who has to write her, let alone react to her. 

              Non-poseur Ghosts? - Not Accepting

          Shefrowned, one hand grazing against the doorframe as she looked in the hallway ofthe apartment complex. Nobody, save herself and the next-door neighbor; consideringthe season, she couldn’t imagine that had been much different ten minutes ago.

                “No,I wasn’t. Maybe the h-vac?”