+cynicxsms

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        “Why are you following me?”

     An ambush, really? Enjolras, you’re
   horribly dramatic. You even managed
   the dimly lit alley. But maybe it’s good
   because finally, finally, the stranger on
   hia tail is caught off-guard, confronted
   with his actions and Enjolras can get 
   some answers. 

                        ( And if not– he has his gun.
                         he has salt, holy water and
                         the knife strapped to his ankle.
                         What could go   w  r  o  n  g? )