open: voici un chat dans le café

[untamedantinous]

It is finally spring. Finally warm enough for Enjolras to head outside and read to Temeraire without the extra heavy layer of a coat. He is intent on doing that, in fact, searching for their latest philosophical treatise amongst his piles of papers on his table. He is also searching for his notebook, planning on continuing some writing while he's outside and making a day of it. (Ballpoint pens are very convenient for that.) Enjolras has nearly found it when he is distracted by some shuffling coming from -- of all places, his closet.

After a moment's hesitation, he peers inside the piece of furniture to find two greeny-golden eyes staring back at him. "Oh," he says, with some uncertainty. "Hello."

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A good half hour later, Enjolras has made his apologies to Temeraire and can be found in the café, with his new friend curled up on his discarded coat on a chair nearby him. Enjolras is absently stroking her from time to time, engrossed in a book he at last found under his papers.

Comments

[futaille]

"I can't help but think that at least to start, this will be more than sufficient."

[untamedantinous]

"Likely." He'll probably find her a cat tree or something later; or maybe one will appear in his room, unbidden. "Thank you for your help carrying things, at least."

[futaille]

"I am reasonably good at simple tasks on occasion."

[untamedantinous]

"On occasion, yes." Charlotte appreciates the help, too. She is going to show that by walking in between Grantaire's legs.

[futaille]

Grantaire very nearly trips over Charlotte while carrying things, but manages to keep himself upright. "I appreciate her commitment."

[untamedantinous]

"Well. Cats do like to get in the way, don't they?"

[futaille]

"Young mademoiselle Charlotte certainly does, yes."

[untamedantinous]

"I do not know how old she is," Enjolras says in passing, as they make their way past doors. "Perhaps we should ask Magnus."

[futaille]

He looks distinctly amused. "Oh, Enjolras, one never asks a lady her age."

[untamedantinous]

"I do not think she will particularly mind." Charlotte honks quietly in agreement. Or perhaps she wants a snack. It's difficult to tell.

[futaille]

"So very self-assured, the young mademoiselle is."

[untamedantinous]

“She is a sweet thing.” Enjolras would pick her up if his hands weren’t full of cat related items. Thankfully his rooms aren’t too far away.

[futaille]

"Very friendly. I'm glad she took to you."

[untamedantinous]

"Took to my clothes, more like."

[futaille]

"Well, they are very nice clothes."

[untamedantinous]

"Not really, they're -- serviceable, I suppose."

[futaille]

"And clearly comfortable for a cat, which adds to their value."

[untamedantinous]

"I suppose. She may have them, if she likes."

[futaille]

"Well, had I known it was as easy as falling asleep on them..."

[untamedantinous]

He rolls his eyes. “They would not fit you.” That is not what Grantaire meant. He is aware; but unwilling to play along for now.

[futaille]

"They would certainly fit me better than they would the young mademoiselle. They lack an opening for her tail, you see."

[untamedantinous]

"Ah, yes, that is clearly the only difference between us."

[futaille]

"Well, it's the primary one, at least. I have yet to hear her real attempts at speechcraft, so I don't know yet whether that's another."

[untamedantinous]

Charlotte helpfully honks at Grantaire again and butts up against his leg. "Well, there you are, then."

[futaille]

He stoops to scratch between her ears. "Excellent point well-made, mademoiselle. By all means elaborate."