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[logomachist]

I'm trying to understand.

[Needs to, because it's currently logic-defying, but that isn't something to say out loud.]

[wouldhave]

Christ. You can be really thick sometimes. [He aims for sarcastic, but can't quite manage it.]

Sure, Enjolras. We're friends.

[logomachist]

Good.

[King of the logomachs, over here.

To be fair, Grantaire can probably imagine the twist of his lips and slight cant of his head, preparing another thought with a careful sort of silence.

It just reads less well over the phone.]

[wouldhave]

[He takes in a breath, lets it out slowly. It's good that they're friends. "Good".

Fuck his entire life.]

I'll make friendship bracelets if you like. In red, white and blue.

[logomachist]

What, instead of arguing?

[wouldhave]

I'm a talented individual with two entire skills. I can argue and make bracelets.

[Self-depreciating sarcasm is the way out of this, he's sure.]

[logomachist]

You should, then. [It's almost nice. It's almost amiable.] Be about halfway useful.

[So close.]

[wouldhave]

[a laugh escapes him, a choked off surprised sound]

Who knew it would take bracelets to get into your good books? I can do necklaces too, if that'll endear me to you even more.

[logomachist]

At least it's creative. Taking something and adding value to it. Not-- [Phones are imperfect. Gestures don't translate. What's more, they usually nearly make him drop his own phone.] --destructive for no reason.

[wouldhave]

[For a moment he can't breathe. Is that what Enjolras thinks of him? Really thinks of what he's capable of?

Quietly-] I'm not as useless as you think I am.

[logomachist]

Prove it.

[wouldhave]

Sure. [And then with humour he doesn't feel.] I'll suck your dick.

[logomachist]

While you're arguing with me?

[Which, actually.]

[wouldhave]

I'm a man of hidden talents.

[Right now he's wondering whether he's talented enough to maintain this conversation without making Enjolras completely pissed off at him.]

[logomachist]

[Neither of them are batting .300, clearly, but there's been a surprising lack of abruptly hanging up on either end.]

Why keep them hidden?

[wouldhave]

Did you want me to blow you under the table at the Corinthe before, after, or during your meetings?

[logomachist]

After.

[





wait.]

If at all.

[wouldhave]

[He chokes. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE. THE CORRECT ANSWER IS: shut up, Grantaire]

That explains it. I tend to hang out with Jolllly and L'aigles after the meetings. No time for my skills to be made known. [Also you're generally pissed off at him by then so.]

[logomachist]

Because your arguments can't survive another minute of scrutiny, hm?

[Probably that. Probably not the palpable displeasure. Probably.]

[wouldhave]

I do it for Joly. He thinks you have a heart condition and you'll drop dead one day if I make you too angry.

[logomachist]

[He had an actual next point, but:]

--a heart condition?

[wouldhave]

Take it up with him. [You can hear him shrug, but he is.]

[logomachist]

[Give it a second. Enjolras has to pull the phone from his ear to fire off a quick text inquiring. Because he's a grown man and he does what he wants and tonight is, apparently, surreal.

Probably he can manage it without hanging up. Probably.]

[wouldhave]

Are you... seriously? Don't just take my word for it.

[Enjolras probably can't even hear him.

to himself-] Manners really aren't a strength for you, are they?

[logomachist]

[They aren't. They really, really aren't.

Which is, in this instance, almost partly understandable. Shooting Joly a text lets him notice that Courfeyrac has been texting him for the past few minutes and that he hadn't realized he'd missed a call from Marius and that it's actually a bit concerning he hasn't gotten a message from le petit oiseau in the last few hours.

And it's not that those things are all more important, but.]

--I'll call you back.

[#politeyoungman]