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//i...will be back tomorrow. maybe. probably.
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“They messed up my schedule too many times. It’s bullshit.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair.
Enjolras frowned. "I didn't know you were going to see a counselor. When did you start doing that?"
[text] Of course I’m worried, are you daft? You’re going to fucking kill yourself with that stuff.
Shaking her head, Grantaire smiled and texted back. [Text] i am? theb vome stpo me
He sat back and stared at his phone. After what had happened last week, and now she wanted him to come running when she was drunk...again. And the last time that had happened, he'd been honest about his feelings for once, and she'd completely shut him down, after spending three years pining for him. He scowled. Supposedly.
He rubbed his face and picked up his phone again.
[text] I don't think that's such a good idea, Grantaire. Just be careful.
“You’re not depressing. Are you kidding? What I’ve been doing is depressing. Wallowing in my own pity because I’ve lost my friends. People don’t stick around when you kick the crap out of them.”
"Why have you lost your friends? What have you been doing, Amity?"
"Yeah. I like arguing." Courfeyrac laid down and sighed. "What've you been up to? Planning to protest the counseling department and their bullshit scheduling?"
"It's not argu--" He paused and looked over. "What? What's wrong with their scheduling?"
Sometimes I get the feeling that I have been disowned by the group of people that I roleplay(ed) with. Am I really that easy to replace? Was my character boring you all? Was I boring you all?
“You’re selfless. Ought to be in like..Greenpeace or something. Or the Peace Corps. I font know, they sound helpful,” she said, giving a small smile.
He tapped her hand lightly. "Hardly. It just seems awfully selfish to me to keep it all to myself when I don't need it, you know? I'm young, I'm strong, I can work. A lot of people with a lot less can't." He frowned. "I'm being depressing. Tell me something that happened while you were gone."
Courfeyrac opened the door, drinking from his mug of tea and let Enjolras in. “Thank, man! Seriously, I was going to die of boredom.” He sat on his bed.
“Maybe if you actually involved yourself in extra curricular activities, other than les amis. Or took a night class. Instead of sitting in your apartment and calling people to whine at them.” He dropped his bag by the door and shrugged off his coat, tossing it on top.
“I do participate in activities! Nighttime activities.” He winked and held a pillow in front of his stomach. “And I do participate in debate but we haven’t met lately.”
"Kind of impossible when everyone was on winter break, and now midterms. But you're right. We should meet. I'll send an email out this week. I take it that means you're interested in being on the team again this semester?"
“Whatever you want to call it, I guess. Spade’s a spade. Some people have shit handed to them and still complain, is what I mean. You don’t.”
"I have to use what I've been given to make life better for other people. Who am I that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth? Other people deserve better than they have, and I deserve less." He shrugged.
Grantaire was drunk. Of course she was drunk, it was a constant state of being, after that day in the diner. When her phone went off, it took her a moment to recognize the ring tone and dig the device out of her couch.
Longer still to read the text and reply
[text] Apokko u misd me?
[text] i mids ur fave
[text] coem ocer
He sat up, frowning.
[text] Jesus, Grantaire. How much have you had to drink?
[text] losr vount
The girl laughed, flopping backwards onto the couch.
[text] wottied?
[text] Of course I'm worried, are you daft? You're going to fucking kill yourself with that stuff.
Courfeyrac opened the door, drinking from his mug of tea and let Enjolras in. "Thank, man! Seriously, I was going to die of boredom." He sat on his bed.
"Maybe if you actually involved yourself in extra curricular activities, other than les amis. Or took a night class. Instead of sitting in your apartment and calling people to whine at them." He dropped his bag by the door and shrugged off his coat, tossing it on top.
"It was almost finished.. But now my computer won't turn on." He sighed the one time he didn't procrastinate he computer broke
Enjolras pulled out a chair and sat next to him, peering over at his screen. "What did you do to your laptop? I thought you just bought it last semester."
“I’ll be there.”
Enjolras smiled when she came into the back room of the café the next evening. “You came! I wasn’t sure you actually would.”
“Well, I said I’d be here!” She grinned, stepping further into the room.
"Come sit." He moved a pile of books out of the way. "We have time before the meeting starts. You're early."
The last person he expected to see in the library, especially during midterms week, was Grantaire. He may have even blinked a few times to make sure his eyes hadn’t gone wonky.
He made his way through the stacks quietly and over the bank of computers.
“Grantaire? What are you doing here?”
He looked up from his project, eyes bloodshot but this time from lack of sleep not alcohol.
“Hey Apollo. My computer crashed and my photoshop project is due tomorrow.” He rubbed his eyes
"Well, if you wouldn't leave things until the last minute..." Enjolras sighed. "You've had weeks to work on that."
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