cynxcgrantaire:

It’s cold, but not too cold. Definitely not cold enough to deter students of all types to wander outdoors. The sun is shining, and the breeze is nothing short of pleasant. Which is why Grantaire is having so much trouble focusing in the first place. His empty parchment flutters at his fingers, as his head turns to the sounds of laughter. “When was this due, again?” He turns to his blonde companion. “It looks like they’re setting up a few games of Exploding Snap.”

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     "—-End of the week.“

          There’s a reason it’s muttered because
       that’s not three days from now and he knows
       what Grantaire will say but Enjolras is almost
       two-thirds done, he just needs a bit more and
       oh– why does he even bother? Blue eyes
       glance towards the group behind them.

     ”You can join them if you’d like.“ 

                                                         (    Stubborn like a mule, this one.    )