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           Enjolras’ reaction is laughable, honestly, and if
           Grantaire hadn’t stopped himself, he probably
           would have cooed - the sheepish surprise it just
           adorable(not that he would ever say that for fear 
           of his own survival). For a moment, he can’t say
           anything, too busy staring at the man in front of
           him; he’s never seen the other act like this, and
           he can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking about.

                       ”—Oh? Are you sure you even have a costume?”
                                  The words are playful, teasing, when he 
                                  can finally talk once more. He likes this,
                                  the easy going, nice conversation that
                                  they’re having. “I guess we’ll just have to surprise each other.”

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             Once when Enjolras was eight,
         he remembered Maman waving off
         a concerned teacher. He’s just 
         precocious, she had said and with 
         a small donation, the incident was 
         never spoken off again. He knows
         he is competitive, it comes in fits
         and bursts– without rhyme or even
         reason. Mostly, age has quelled 
         the childish impulse but sometimes
         it flares up– like  r i g h t  n o w.

                      “Of course I do,” is what he
                says, affecting a haughtiness he
               doesn’t feel. He’ll just brainstorm
               tonight. "May the best man win.“

          ( Win  w h a t, Enjolras? )