He's getting sick of this

[antinouswild]

Dear Mun,

I am getting tired of people calling me 'boy' or making reference to the fact that they seem to think that I am 'pretty.'

Both are irritating me.

Please do something about that.

I don't care if you think that they are in your control or not.

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[clearasil]

It's even worse being a girl.

[antinouswild]

Never in my life have I met a girl who objected to being called pretty

[clearasil]

If it's a genuine compliment, that's fine I guess, but tons of guys on the street yell some -- crass things to anyone with breasts.

[antinouswild]

Ladies should be treated with respect. But aren't you being a little crass yourself?

[alwaysbewolves]

You are a school boy however.

[antinouswild]

And yet I prefer it to being an old man, a traitor to the people, and a spy.

[alwaysbewolves]

[:|. Javert will just be over here quietly fuming behind a mask of dignity]

Traitors and spies? And me without a weapon!

[antinouswild]

What, do you deny it?

[Just a little bit of triumph in his eyes]

[doubtless]

( Marius knows he is meant to comfort Enjolras, and yet, he simply cannot help but grin now. The snickering comes first, but it is rather quietly placed into his attempt at pursed lips. )

You mustn't allow their words to offend you so, Enjolras. The whispers of the people hold very little weight to them. You know that. Besides, I should hardly think they mean you insult. ( clearly, he has no idea what they say about him. )

[antinouswild]

It's not the words that irritate me. It's the frequency with which they're happening.

I am annoyed but... it is good to see you, Marius.

Are you well? Someone was looking for you.

[doubtless]

( Ah, now Marius understands. His amusement has faltered, but the feeling of Enjolras' presence has not. He clasps a hand to his companion's shoulder. ) They know nothing of what you are.

And I, you, Enjolras. I have heard tell of this place, of its impossibilities. But never have I been more thankful for its — bizarre happenings. It has been far too long, mon frère.

( Marius' brow furrows. He can think of only one who might — ) For me?

[antinouswild]

[A smile slowly spreads across Enjolras' face as he looks down at Marius']

It has been too long. She has me in one of these 'games' you know. I'm quite alone there. I must admit that it's strange to be without all of you. I'm afraid I don't always do well without my brothers behind me. I relied on all of you far more than I'd realized.

But never mind that. We are here now.

Yes, for you. She asks about you quite a lot.

[soalive]

To be fair, that hair of yours is awfully stylish. [ good morning, enjolras. say hello to your nightmare. ]

[antinouswild]

[Iconface]

I beg your pardon?

[He's used to weird but...]

[soalive]

Shall I, instead, compare thee to a summer's day? [ he folds his arms, one leg crossed over the other at the shin. he merely grins. ]

[antinouswild]

Who are you?

[fitofgrandair]

Oh, Enjolras, why such vexation? It could be far worse. Why, you might be deemed 'a darling cherub' or 'a glimmering and soft-eyed Adonis.' 'A lovely child with locks of gold and and the softest of all tender skin?' 'An infant god singing sweet songs of revolution from the cradle of dear Mother France.'

Shall I go on?

[antinouswild]

Do and I'll punch you again.

[fitofgrandair]

By god, we wouldn't want that! You might break your pretty little hand.

[to_be_free]

You know better than most that one cannot dictate a person's thoughts, mon ami. Peace.

[antinouswild]

You are, of course correct, but one can direct someone to a better course of action or more acceptable behaviors.

[A faint smile.]

It is very good to see you.

[to_be_free]

Indeed, but I very much doubt these ladies will listen.

[There's one in return, much less faint and more extremely pleased.]

It is always good to see you.

[on_my_own]

Oy what's wrong, you don't like being the pretty girl?

Sorry I missed this one! Hi!

[antinouswild]

I'm not either one.

What are you doing here?

[on_my_own]

I thought you were fighting for a free France, am I not free to be here too?