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[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]

[wouldhave]

You're terrible.

[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.]

[logomachist]

[That gets another half-beat, for all his attention is clearly moving on.]

You spend all day calling me after the god of plagues. Don't start sounding surprised now.

[wouldhave]

I'll call you Achilles if you prefer? Golden haired, hero of Troy, mighty in arms and bronze of skin. You might not want to emulate his more martial acts, but the aim is the same, isn't it? Conquer the enemy, take no prisoners? Bow to no king nor lord, whatever Agamemnom says. [He's rambling and he knows it, but Enjolras as Achilles is a great image.]

Also, you don't look unlike Brad Pitt from the movie. Admittedly you haven't got the jaw he does, but I think you'd look just a great oiled up.

[logomachist]

Which makes you what, hm?

[wouldhave]

Naturally Combeferre's Odysseus, he's the cleverest of us all. Of your myrmidon leaders, Courf is your greatest friend, Eudoros. Phoenix, famous for getting weepy over a speech, has to be Jehan... and I can't remember enough about Menesthius, Peisander, and Alcimedon to decide which of them are L'aigles, Feuilly, and Bahorel. [Pause] Except, Bahorel has to be Ajax, they're both giant brutes who love to fight more than's good for them. Marius can be the other captain, I guess.

[He sounds pleased with himself. It's not a perfect analogy but you only gave him like a second.]

[logomachist]

[Enjolras doesn't laugh. His snort isn't overly affectionate. Still, it isn't an out and out rejection.]

Best you can do?

[wouldhave]

Shit, I forgot Joly.

[A sigh.] Our dear Jollly stayed home and tried to convince us all war would likely prove our deaths.

[logomachist]

Calchas at Aulis?

[wouldhave]

[What.]

Fucking hell, Enjolras. You can't be literate in modern politics, social policy, debate and greek myths.

[logomachist]

[There's a more properly amused snort for that.]

I still have all my brain cells left, hm?

[wouldhave]

[Grantaire's suddenly really really pleased he didn't declare that he'd be Patroclus. That's a bit too obvious, even for him.]

There's no doubt of that, Achilles.

[logomachist]

Nor that you should keep the rest of yours while you've still got thoughts to string together.