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]

"A pity the collar you found was only one color instead of three."

[untamedantinous]

"Well, perhaps we will find another one some time later. This shall do for now."

[futaille]

"Adornment for the mademoiselle, of course."

[untamedantinous]

"Yes." Eventually, presumably, they get to Enjolras' rooms and deposit all of their collected items in a pile on the floor.

[futaille]

"I would call that a successful mission."

[untamedantinous]

"Yes, as would I. Shall we go back for more, do you think, or has she been spoilt enough today?"

[futaille]

"I think perhaps we can wait as far as going back for more. Not, of course, to say that she's been spoiled enough as clearly she deserves as many wonderful things as possible. But I think too much at once may prove somewhat overwhelming, so it would be better to introduce more and more new delights over time."

[untamedantinous]

"Ah, yes, that is so. We wouldn't want to scare her off when she is so newly arrived."

[futaille]

"The last person I can think of being scared off had to go on a screed about Bonaparte first."

[untamedantinous]

He snorts a little. "That was not entirely me, may I remind you."

[futaille]

"Very true. I think citoyenme Charlotte is made of sterner stuff, anyway."

[untamedantinous]

"Oh, most certainly. She is not a Buonapartist."

[futaille]

"Even better, she probably has no idea who Bonaparte is."

[untamedantinous]

"And she shall not, of course. Would that France was the same."

[futaille]

"Sadly, although France is unique in many things, she remains as susceptible as any nation to baser temptations."

[untamedantinous]

"Mm. Unfortunate." He sprawls down on his bed and leans to scritch at Charlotte's ears.

[futaille]

Grantaire sits on the edge of the bed near Enjolras's feet so that he has plenty of room to get to Charlotte. "You might say it's better to know and be on guard."

[untamedantinous]

“I suppose, yes; but there is little enough I can do in this place.”

[futaille]

"True enough. At this point, it seems you must leave France in the dubiously trustworthy hands of the future."

[untamedantinous]

"I ...suppose, yes."

[futaille]

He reaches over and companionably pats Enjolras's shin. "Everyone does eventually, at least."

[untamedantinous]

"You are right about that." He's going to shift slightly closer to Grantaire, smiling a little.

[futaille]

He laughs softly. "A novelty that will forever delight me."

[untamedantinous]

“Which?” He is fairly certain he knows; but he’s in a good enough mood to tease about it.

[futaille]

He looks amused. "You thinking I'm right about anything."