open post, mes amis
Blaming Combeferre's influence entirely, Feuilly has been nosing around the ship quite a lot, peering into this room and that, in an effort to find...something. Anything interesting, because he does not want to entertain the thought of being idle.
And he found a room. With his things in it. Or at least, he has discovered items which look extraordinarily like the ones he left behind. Chalking it up as another as-yet-and-probably-ever-unsolved-mystery, he leaves the door open and sets to work.
Pretty soon, there's a cosy disaster area where a room used to be and a smiling Feuilly quite satisfied with himself, leaning against the wall outside and taking in the fresh air.
And he found a room. With his things in it. Or at least, he has discovered items which look extraordinarily like the ones he left behind. Chalking it up as another as-yet-and-probably-ever-unsolved-mystery, he leaves the door open and sets to work.
Pretty soon, there's a cosy disaster area where a room used to be and a smiling Feuilly quite satisfied with himself, leaning against the wall outside and taking in the fresh air.