Really? Are they going to fight over Halloween
costumes now? It’s like they’re children, with this
level of competitiveness, and yet Grantaire is
laughing, grinning, because it’s playful, rather than
them ripping each other apart at the seams. When
was the last time Enjolras let go and had fun? Had
he ever acted like this around Grantaire? Somehow,
he doubted it.
“—Oh, don’t worry, he will.” The words are
entirely too confident, considering he has
no idea what he’s going to wear, and yet
Grantaire can’t turn down the challenge.
Should all else fail, he’ll find a way to be a
sexy fire truck - that’s what Enjolras had
suggested, right? Well, maybe not, but—
”Wait, there needs to be rules.
No getting Courfeyrac’s help.”

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::
In his head, Enjolras has
carefully substituted ‘he’ with
'I’ and it helps, brings about a
certain smugness to his features
as he runs through the list of
costumes he’s worn before. It’s
not a long list. And it also says
much of his imagination or lack
thereof that he cannot think of
anything beyond them.
He’s about to offer a hand,
to shake on it, as it were but
then Grantaire speaks up and
Enjolras needs a moment to
wipe the despair off his face.
“Fine. No getting help from
Joly or Boussuet either.” He
pauses. Thinks back to some
of Grantaire’s old costumes.
Compares it with his own—-
"No repeats.“
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