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.
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.
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
[It's frankly comical the level of panicked desperation he feels at the though that Enjolras is going to hang up, because the odds are that he won't call back, because this is Grantaire's life and he knows how it goes.]
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[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.]
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Fuck his entire life.]
I'll make friendship bracelets if you like. In red, white and blue.
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[Self-depreciating sarcasm is the way out of this, he's sure.]
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[So close.]
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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.
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Quietly-] I'm not as useless as you think I am.
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[Which, actually.]
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[Right now he's wondering whether he's talented enough to maintain this conversation without making Enjolras completely pissed off at him.]
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Why keep them hidden?
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[
wait.]
If at all.
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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.]
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[Probably that. Probably not the palpable displeasure. Probably.]
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--a heart condition?
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Probably he can manage it without hanging up. Probably.]
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[Enjolras probably can't even hear him.
to himself-] Manners really aren't a strength for you, are they?
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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]
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[It's frankly comical the level of panicked desperation he feels at the though that Enjolras is going to hang up, because the odds are that he won't call back, because this is Grantaire's life and he knows how it goes.]
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You spend all day calling me after the god of plagues. Don't start sounding surprised now.
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ooc;
ooc