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[goldeng0d]

Since it's impossible for him not to be loud while his typist is in Paris it's almost Christmas -- even if he doesn't precisely celebrate it, Enjolras is sitting in the main room reading with Florelle the cat on his lap. He looks up every so often to eye the piano (yes, there is one), and may even play a few Christmas carols if someone asks.

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[pure_to_shyness]

*Marius is wandering through, possibly looking for Cosette, or possibly just wandering, but either way, he stops when he sees Enjolras.* Hello, Enjolras. I haven't seen you in a while.

[goldeng0d]

Enjolras looks up and smiles, though it's brief, it is genuine. "Hello, Marius. I've been about, though not generally out here."

[pure_to_shyness]

*Marius is a bit surprised by the smile, but doesn't comment.* I'm afraid I haven't been about at all. For example, I had no idea you'd gotten a cat.

[goldeng0d]

What can we say, the holidays put him in a good mood. Enjolras shrugs and scritches Florelle for a moment, then replies, "Well, one would expect you to be busy with your wife."

[noparticiples]

Courfeyrac flops down next to him to scritch Florelle's ears. "Well, hello."

[goldeng0d]

He grins and Florelle purrs, happily. "Hello, Courfeyrac."

[noparticiples]

"I was talking to the cat," Courfeyrac says, as seriously as he can manage. "But hello to you, too."

[goldeng0d]

"She said hello. Can't you hear her?" This is a barely stifled grin -- apparently the holidays put him in a good mood. "Joyeux Noel, mon ami."

[wickwillgrow]

Mary wanders by and suddenly finds herself in a staring contest with the cat.