poemsofsplendor:

“Do not worry, I won’t force you to eat the salad,” Jehan teased, elbowing Enjolras.

“Just some plain old milk chocolate. Figured it would be best, more people like that. I myself prefer dark, however.”

They soon reach the table, and sweep their arms widely, smiling.

“Here we are, the refreshments.

Good thing too. I’m starving.”

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             He doesn’t  b l u s h  and even
           if he did, it doesn’t show. The only
           way anyone can tell would be by
           the way he bites his lip, and how 
           his eyes dart to the floor, blinkblink,
           before he’s back to regaining his
           composure. Enjolras even manages
           a little bit of churlishness when he
           goes, ”I can eat a salad.“ After the
           chocolate of course.

              He’s got no complaints, being a
           fan of all kinds so Enjolras lightly
           bumps his shoulder against Jehan’s
           own before picking up a plate.

              Though the chocolates are a
           temptation, he picks at some
           finger foods first, those sliders
           Bahorel’s in love with making their
           way onto his plate. ”You could ask
           Courfeyrac for some warm milk–
           since, you know.“ The joke sort of
           dies there and Enjolras manages
           a moment to look sheepish before
           he stuffs an olive in his mouth to
           prevent himself from saying more.