[For Alcuin]This is purely for research purposes.

[abaisse_chef]

Enjolras approached the treehouse where he had awoken in monsieur Harkness' body with a fair level of trepidation. He was curious about the other man's alternate 'France', but he still wasn't entirely sure what spending a night learning about Alcuin's culture would entail. There were some lines he was not willing to cross, though he was trying to

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[will_you_see]

Alcuin opened the door and smiled, gesturing for the other man to come in. "Good evening, Michel... or, my apologies, you prefer to be called Enjolras, do you not?"

He ushered him into his room. Alcuin was fully dressed, of course, but dressed well, and his room was neat, bed perfectly made. He wanted to make his guest feel as little discomfort as possible.

[abaisse_chef]

"Enjolras, oui," Enjolras confirmed as he followed Alcuin, glancing at the bed and then away, crossing his arms over his chest. "So how do you propose we begin this?"

[will_you_see]

Alcuin sighed. "This is not some horrible chore, my friend. Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. I will tell you about my home, if you like? Perhaps you will have questions."

[abaisse_chef]

It was not some horrible chore, but Enjolras was not here for pleasure, either. He looked around the room and then moved to the bed, sitting on the edge with a sigh. "All right. Tell me about Terre d'Ange. Tell me what my France is like in your world."