Enjolras Needs a Roommate.
•Enjolras is suspicious when Combeferre calls him in for their weekly Saturday Shark Tank Sitting two days early.
•they were on the broken couch, Ferre sitting against the far right cushion, Enjolras laying down with his feet over Ferre’s lap. Near a gallon of dragonfruit Vitamin Water Zero on the floor.
•"hey, so, Courf asked me to move in with him.“
•Enjolras chokes on near a gallon of dragonfruit Vitamin Water Zero.
•yeah, so it turns out that since Marius moved out, Courf was unable to pay the rent. And he had been planning to ask Ferre if he wanted to get a place for “some time” so
•Enjolras was officially out of the picture
•"no, no, I’m so happy for you! congratulations.“
•two days later, they moved all of Ferre’s stuff two floors upstairs.
•the broken couch, the TV, the TV stand, all the little articulated bird and bat skeletons, the Thomas Kingcad painting that was once above the TV, and the TV stand, and across from the couch. everything. except the Shark Tank box set.
•once, Enjolras tried to walk into Ferre’s room to ask him a question, and all the weird bird anatomy drawings were gone. most importantly, Combeferre was gone. he still saw him everyday. whatever. with his job making coffee for rich, ignorant people, he’d be unable to pay the rent.
•yeah, Courf, you’re not the only one who can’t pay the rent.
•the next day, Enjolras brought a flier to the cafe that he used his limited knowledge of photoshop to craft and tacked it on the pin board.
•JULIAN ENJOLRAS NEEDS A ROOMMATE! Twenty year old in desperate need of someone to split the rent (your half would be 120 a month). No pets over 4 kilos, next-door neighbor is a drummer. I go to school downtown and work here, so I often am often not there. Room comes with free mattress and boxspring left by previous roommate. For further information, call, email, better yet, ask me behind the counter Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday (usually Monday and Thursday, too).
•it had those little pull down tabs with his email and phone number on it as well.
•he checked his phone on break and already had a text from an unknown number.
•i’m René Grantaire. I saw your advert in the coffee shop. I’m asking for the further information part.
•before replying, he looked him up on facebook. if he was a rebublican, or didn’t have a facebook, he was declining.
•two mutual friends: Marius and Courfeyrac… nice. the bad decision friends.
•political views: apathetic, at the moment.
•hi, René. thank you for noticing my ad. my best friend just moved in with his boyfriend, so the space is vancant. the space has a really small balcony and i have no pets, save a betta fish which is in my room. roommate before me smoked, but i only do rarely, so if that bothers you, let me know. i keep to myself a bit, and i’m at school all the time. hopefully, i’m not as loud as i am outside of the flat, lol.
•just Grantaire, please. i smoke like a fucking chimney. i’m an artist and that’s messy, and i restore old radios. i’m likely to bring stray cats into your home. if you leave expensive wine on your counter, i will drink it. I will lose my house keys all the time and have to copy yours. i can’t drive. it’ll be like i’m not even there.
•we’ll make it work. as long as you prefer Star Trek to Star Wars.
•you’ve got yourself a deal.
•Enjolras smiled. he was fucking adulting. he had a roommate, he had a new-to-him car, the GSTA he was the president of was making a change. his dad would be pissed as fuck. everything was going according to plan!
•he got another text from Grantaire.
•wait you’re the blonde gay that hangs out with Courf aren’t you?
•guy*** fuck autocorrect right
•Enjolras replied. yes, i am that blonde gay.
