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[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.

[gandin]

He'll deny it, but he does like things that aren't France.

You should introduce him to your cat. He was very concerned about knowing how to properly care for one back when you first found it.

[incredulite]

Yes, you're right. He also likes politics. Of the French variety.

Merlot is quite the majestic creature, but what leads you to believe Enjolras would even be interested? He's busy.

[gandin]

If you can force chocolate on him he loves anything with coconut and loathes anything with nuts. But that's not revolutionary enough so he makes himself believe he doesn't have a preference.

Get him to catsit Merlot sometime. I think everyone will be suprised.

[incredulite]

Bearing in mind that I have already admitted to being an idiot, none of that sounds like a particularly good idea. I don't want to surprise anyone. I don't want to make him do anything he doesn't want to do. I just want him to not despise me.