“I thought Halloween was supposed to be fun,” Grantaire muttered around his cigarette. “Please tell me you’ve brought some, ah, liquid festivities.”
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He fixes him with a glare
that manages to be both
unimpressed and disdainful.
”You’re asking the wrong person.“
”—-What are you dressed as?“