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        “I’ll have you know that I have a lovely bail support
          network, thank you.” He nodded back towards the
          room he’d been dragged out of. "Feuilly is pretty
          spot on with not leaving me to rot with the actual
          criminals.”

There’s something about Enjolras now, about when
they’d last met too, that was bugging Grantaire. He
was obviously not pleased with his work. But he’d
seen it before. The murals that splattered his studio
were the very same that made it up on the Wall.

       Why was he so bothered about it now?

Enolras’s question however has Grantaire flashing
him a shit eating grin. "Community service.”

          He laughs and shakes his head, "but no, I swear.
          The kids here can vouch for me, I’m here all the
          time. I just neglected to tell the judge that. Besides,
          cleaning my shit off the wall gets the workers overtime
          hours. Feuilly loves it, our little symbiotic relationship.”

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

                The mention of Feuilly makes Enjolras
            blink and he wonders, once again, why
            he’s so surprised. Feuilly was one of the
            two volunteers Enjolras met the first time
            he was here with his other pilots. He can’t
            quite reconcile the Feuilly he knows– the
            Feuilly who works on the wall, with Feuilly
            who bails Grantaire out of his recklessness.

                                       But of course Grantaire has an answer
                               for that too. He cannot help but be a little
                               miffed about his own irritation, irrational as
                               it is and the contrast of Grantaire’s ease.

                 ”Unbelievable. Must be nice leading
          such a charmed existence.“ He doesn’t
          say anything else for there’s a voice calling
          for them but Enjolras is not done yet. As
          he passes out colorful paper to children, 
          he looks over their heads to Grantaire.

                                       ”Why’d you do it? Why’d you– scare
                                                                       people like that?“