A Long-Expected Arrival

[king_of_spies]

Well, isn't this a new arena

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[capital_r]

*bemused* Am I on that list, too, then? Dangerous revolutionary, at your service, m'sieur. *bows and fingers pistol*

[king_of_spies]

*carefully writes Grantaire's name in his book*

So, what can you tell me of this Enjolras?

And do put that gun away. Like children, you revolutionaries, can't keep your hands off your toys.

[capital_r]

*is quite tempted to take the book and run*

*pauses, and considers* Well, let's see. He has very shiny hair. And he likes to flick it, rather a lot. Like this. *E!style hairflick* Oh! And his lips taste like strawberries.

*valiant attempt to not burst out laughing*

Note to the subject of the earlier post

[capital_r]

Don't hurt me, I was being an idiot. Really don't think you're like that.

[king_of_spies]

*notes down these details*

He sounds rather vain.

*looks up and sneers in disgust*

Are you a catamite?

[capital_r]

*raises an eyebrow*

Vain? Hardly. He just likes flicking his hair.

...A catamite? Do I look like a boy? *snorts* A sodomite, oui. Not a catamite.

[king_of_spies]

You look very boyish compared to me. Does your family know of your immoral proclivities?

*makes more notes on yet another fresh page*

[capital_r]

*smirks*

Compared to you, m'sieur, I'd say we all look boyish. Yes, they do. And they disowned me for it, so there's no point in telling them.

*eyes the paper* Save a tree, m'sieur.

[king_of_spies]

*looks up from notes*

What do trees have to do with it? Do you shag them too?

I lived to a mature age, my boy, and you died stupidly in your youth. Being young is not an advantage.

[capital_r]

*gestures at the papers* Paper, made from the pulp of trees. Or were you not aware of that? ....That's not even possible. Or would you know? Have you done it?

Oh, I'd beg to differ. We can do loads more interesting things than ...elderly fellows could.

[king_of_spies]

*looks around but isn't outdoors* But there are plenty of trees, and they grow back?

*reddens*

What do you know about being old mature?

[capital_r]

*raises an eyebrow* Yes, but think of the birds and squirrels and such, monsieur. They're homeless. ...*peers at icon* But you, obviously, are far too materialistic to care about that sort of thing.

*smirks*

Well, I was..the second oldest of Les Amis.

[king_of_spies]

*snorts*

Schoolboys! Troublemakers...

[cit_saint_just]

You better not have had me in mind.

[king_of_spies]

And why shouldn't I have?

You were easy enough to have killed with your paramour the first time.

[cit_saint_just]

Because generous forgiving, Cit. Fouche, is not one of my strong points. omgwtffouchemaximewhereareyou?!