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Jehan grinned a bit. “Maybe.”

They tossed the water bottle to Enjolras, pausing to take a sip from their own. Running around all day as a feline can get tiring, after all. They grabbed their food and followed along with Enjolras, waving to people and saying hi.

When they were off in the corner, they begin to eat, practically stuffing their face. “Hm?” they ask around a mouthful of ham and cheese. They finish eating and then shrugged. “That’s a hard one. I saw a pretty convincing warlock but I think that might be Joly. Besides, can anyone measure up to this cat costume?”

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         The party is in full swing, Enjolras
        spots the tail of Combeferre’s cape
        before he disappears down the hall-
        way. It’s a good thing he’s already
        said hi to most of them. Enjolras has
        a feeling the next time he sees the
        rest of their ragtag bunch of friends
        it’ll be when they’re more inebriated.

                                          “Isn’t Joly the Santa?” He points out
                                          before shaking his head, taking the
                                          time to swallow his own mouthful. 
                                          “–Wait, that was Bahorel, nevermind.”

         He grins a little bit, half shrugs as
        his eyes flit to the bicorne Jehan
        still has on his head. Without it,
        Enjolras is pretty costume-less but
        he can’t quite stifle the fond. “Cats
        are in the rage, now, right? Especially
        Emperor Cats. I think you win.”