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[jiasachan]

School starts tomorrow, and I never did get around to going school shopping-- not properly, anyhow. I did buy a couple of skirts at a cool little thrift store a while back, but I still basically have nothing to wear, thanks to this way I have of absolutely destroying clothing by simply existing. I don't know how it happens. I don't have to do

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[fish_bananas]

My dear, so I gather that you are still at the Barricades... XD

[jiasachan]

Yes. *hangs head in shame* I can't seem to concentrate long enough to make much progress. I've made it to Gavroche's death, though! (;-;)

[fish_bananas]

Don't cry too much, it'll make your eyes puffy -- ...what am I saying. XD *patpats*

[jiasachan]

Oddly enough, I didn't burst into tears when Jehan died. It's possible that was because I was reading it at a family gathering thing, though, and generally try not to burst into tears at random at those. :) I did eep a little at Enjolras directly after, though. "Your friends have just shot you." Seriously. Scary, scary boy.

[fish_bananas]

...That's good. They might have thought you were unstable... XD

Enjolras is batshit insane. Just... pretty while being so. ... And twenty-seven... Kinda like Saint-Just -- Hugo works his parallels until they run dry, I guess. XD

[jiasachan]

"Nooo, I swear I'm not suicidal. It was the book."

Yup. He hasn't made a point until he's beaten it to death and desecrated the corpse.

[fish_bananas]

...XDD Well, we're avenging Saint-Just by writing Les Amis fanfiction... that... works. Sort of. XDD

[jiasachan]

XD Yes. It's fic for a cause. Enjolras would be proud. Only not.