You're Bossuet!
Nothing you do ever goes right, and you're usually broke, but it couldn't happen to a nicer guy. Your best pal is Joly, who gives you his colds.

Which Barricade Boy Are You?

But of course.

*laughs and spreads his big hands, smiles ruefully and grins half ( Read more... )

Joly. Jolie, what the devil's wrong? Are you all right? Are you in mortal danger? are you imaginairing your malades again? Was it my fault? Did you catch it?

For God's sake, don't leave me in this dark little closet without the faintest, eh?

A Happy Bastille Day, my friends! Courfeyrac, make us laugh. Grantaire, wine. Bahorel, tell us tales of red revolution. Jehan, a poem. Our Fearless Leader need only stand by and look dramatic. Joly I want to sit by my side throughout it all. As for the rest of you, do something appropriate. All of you, by God, excuse my illness ( Read more... )

Patrice's and Bahorel's rather interesting lunch and conversation. Typists only able to read, please, I think, for this one. O_o

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Your Ultimate Purity Test 2.0 Score Is...  Your Score:Average For All UsersAverage For All
( total) Dating23.08%33.17%Gone steady Self-Lovin'68.18%60.91%Master of your domain Shamelessness69.35%78.01%It takes a couple of drinks Sex Drive61.9%75.59%A fool for love, but not always Straightness16.67%38.43%Knows the other body type like a map Gayness7. ( Read more... )

*softly* Ma belle ( Read more... )

Anybody mind coming and picking me off the floor? *grins crookedly at the ceiling* I seem to have fallen, and damn me if I can't get up again...

You ridiculous wretched people throw parties for everyone else, but manage to neglect my birthday as though I didn't even exist. Shame on you. I was hoping for oysters.

*flops pathetically and bothers about by himself, poking things*

Ah, the summer. There's nothing like being ill in the summer.

I'm rather glad, actually, that no one said ( Read more... )

Would you look at that? I seem to be married.

*grins foolishly pleasedly*