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[incredulite]

I was not aware you knew of another Grantaire.

[gandin]

"I, Grantaire, am wonderful at changing the focus away from my incredible skills but will this once admit it for the same of my dear friend so he can come drink with me."

[incredulite]

Come drink with me, Courfeyrac. We can discuss it then. You know repeatingthat many words would only be tiring on my fingers.

[gandin]

"I, Grantaire, am capable of texting long sentences to my friends"

[incredulite]

I will finish off the entire bottle all on my own if you do not join me soon.

[gandin]

You know it won't actually kill you to say something nice about yourself.


And if it does I have two great med students on speed dial.

[incredulite]

Do you know that for certain? Perhaps I will die waiting for you to join me, and not even our dear Jolllly could revive me. How sad it would be, to die waiting for company.

[gandin]

But you know, I'm sure he and Jehan would have a great time playing Frankenstein to revive your corpse.

[incredulite]

They do not have my permission. I should like my corpse to remain just that: a corpse.

[gandin]

But think of the new avenues we could find for activism: undead rights!

"bring his rights back to life too!"

[incredulite]

You know how Jehan feels about the creature in that book. I have no desire to be put through that type of pity. Self-pity is the only sort I require. I'm very well-practiced at it.

[gandin]

Think how excited Enjolras would be to champion those rights.



[He's terrible and he knows it. You're welcome, R.]

[incredulite]

[ Courfeyrac, you are the absolute worst.

Luckily, he is prepared for times such as these. ]

The rights of the undead? You would have to swap out the corpse first. Mine simply won't do.

[gandin]

Wouldn't it be worth it to take the chance?

[incredulite]

What chance? There are better cadavers suited to be the poster child for this revolution. Yours, Combeferre's, Feuilly's. All fine examples.

[gandin]

I didn't say there weren't better. It'll just be harder for him to argue with you if he's fighting for your newly deceased rights.

[incredulite]

I don't mind his arguments. It's quite the opposite, really. It's him who minds my arguments.

[gandin]

Trust me, it's not the arguments he minds.

[incredulite]

Ah, you are correct, my dear friend. It's just me.

[gandin]

It's that he has no actual idea what to do with you.

[incredulite]

That's too kind of a way to put it, Courfeyrac. He hates me. In all the time I've known him, I've never managed to coerce even a smile out of him.

I don't think he appreciates my sense of humor.

[gandin]

You think far too highly of yourself, dear R. Enjolras smiles at no one and laughs at nothing.

[incredulite]

I never said he had to laugh.

I've seen him smile. Never at me. Maybe only once. Maybe it was in a dream. What I wouldn't give to see it again.

[ Yeah, he's....he's A Lot. He's so pitiful we shouldn't make fun of him. ]

[gandin]

[Oh R you got it bad]

You're not an idiot. You know the kinds of things that are likely to make him happy.

Has he actually met your cat yet?

[incredulite]

[ This is how he dies, Courf. This is how he really dies. ]

You think too kindly of me. I really am an idiot, and I can't possibly become France.

But no, he hasn't.