jolllly

She can block them too I guess. You can both ditch them and leave them forever alone like they deserve.

I’ll play some really quietly on my phone in your honor. What song?

Ever the quick-thinker! Unfortunately Audrey still feels some sort of…personal obligation, I suppose is a good way to call it? So she occasionally talks to them, as she is far braver than the rest of Paris put together. At least I can take comfort in the fact that they are older than I and, therefore, far more likely to die first.

You are my savior. Please, play the Black Parade for me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

-R

She’s so strong and iconic, tell her I love and admire her. She has my sword. Oh, they’ll die first. I’ll keep you alive with high intensity caffeine if I have to.

I’m playing it now … the opening piano notes are here …

Don’t worry, I’m sure she already knows. She has that sort of older sister power. It is…frightful, to say the least. And I appreciate your efforts, my dear, though I don’t think they’re needed. I will live on sheer spite if necessary.

Thank you for allowing me to live vicariously through you.

-R

Older sisters are so powerful. Oh, that's understandable. I think that some days I run solely on spite and hot chocolate.

Anything for you, my fRiend.

#chetta post #grantaire

Well. That would be a good idea, but I’m sure they would just bother my poor sister if they couldn’t reach me. Not that they would try to reach me, I’m sure, but the thought of leaving her to deal with them on my behalf doesn’t sit well. Sibling solidarity and all that.

Bottoms up. I’d play some My Chemical Romance, but I don’t think Enjolras or Penelope would take well to being woken up.

-R

She can block them too I guess. You can both ditch them and leave them forever alone like they deserve.

I’ll play some really quietly on my phone in your honor. What song?

Ever the quick-thinker! Unfortunately Audrey still feels some sort of…personal obligation, I suppose is a good way to call it? So she occasionally talks to them, as she is far braver than the rest of Paris put together. At least I can take comfort in the fact that they are older than I and, therefore, far more likely to die first.

You are my savior. Please, play the Black Parade for me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

-R

She's so strong and iconic, tell her I love and admire her. She has my sword. Oh, they'll die first. I'll keep you alive with high intensity caffeine if I have to.

I'm playing it now … the opening piano notes are here …

Well. That would be a good idea, but I’m sure they would just bother my poor sister if they couldn’t reach me. Not that they would try to reach me, I’m sure, but the thought of leaving her to deal with them on my behalf doesn’t sit well. Sibling solidarity and all that.

Bottoms up. I’d play some My Chemical Romance, but I don’t think Enjolras or Penelope would take well to being woken up.

-R

She can block them too I guess. You can both ditch them and leave them forever alone like they deserve.

I'll play some really quietly on my phone in your honor. What song?

Ah,the joys of the holiday season. There is nothing to warm the soul quite like watching the 100th ad featuring happy, well-adjusted families while you lie awake on your couch at 3 am and try to forget that most of your birth family even exists.

Bonne annee, mes amis.

-R

Ditch em. Some of my birth family is trash, too, but you know what? We have Enjolras, and Joly, and Bossuet, and we all love each other and make each other happy.

Anyway 3 AM emo moment solidarity bitch

Your advice is welcome and pertinent as always, dear Chetta. Unfortunately, depression doesn’t take too well to logic. But I have done my best in the face of such mental nuisances; at the very least, I have removed the temptation to drunkenly call my parents by deleting their numbers. I suppose it is the most I can do in my capacity as but a bit of sentient stardust wandering this earth.

I will cheers to that, though.

-R

Oh, understandable, brother. Well, good for you! You don't need them in your life. Maybe you should block them, too, so they can't call you. "Sentient stardust" is a mood.

Clink clink

Ah,the joys of the holiday season. There is nothing to warm the soul quite like watching the 100th ad featuring happy, well-adjusted families while you lie awake on your couch at 3 am and try to forget that most of your birth family even exists.

Bonne annee, mes amis.

-R

Ditch em. Some of my birth family is trash, too, but you know what? We have Enjolras, and Joly, and Bossuet, and we all love each other and make each other happy.

Anyway 3 AM emo moment solidarity bitch

“When are you redecorating for the holidays?” Who do you think I am, a sellout? A normie??

Leaving aside the entire issue of turning a time initially intended for celebration and ritual into a capitalist orgy of neon tinsel and manmade snow- for that is an issue for another day and a much more inebriated Grantaire- I must say that I do love the phrase “decorating for the holidays.” The holidays- perfectly vague enough to avoid offense, while still assuming that any one person has the time or desire to celebrate. Not to mention the implication that you are preparing for multiple holidays, as if you might as well celebrate each and every one of them without regard for religion or region.

That being said, I am, as they say, a slut for Christmas lights.

-R

Grantaire, honey, my light, my love, you can't do this right before closing. Now I'm going to look mean texting on my phone while I should clean.

Anyway…capitalism has ruined everything, and, arguably, has created space for even less religious diversity in holiday celebration items. I do actually plan to offend people by saying I don't celebrate Christmas here. It's what Joly would want.

Those are so pretty! But I have those hanging up all year because I'm That Girl.

#chetta post #grantaire

"When are you redecorating for the holidays?" Who do you think I am, a sellout? A normie??

#chetta post

I do, but it seems I am yet unprepared to deal with your cruelty each time. Perhaps you should remain in your stained clothing; then, at least, you will not ruin another garment with the blood pouring from my wounded heart.

-R

…(He gives Joly a companionable pat on the shoulder, then offers his arm for Joly to hold onto) The same for you, dear Jolllly. Between both of our busy lives, I feel we hardly see each other outside of the Musain. It’s good to see you in another setting. The moonlight looks good on you.

fear not, love, i have already put on clothing that camouflages blood stains most admirably

…(Joly holds Grantaire’s arm and gives it a squeeze) It is nice to see someone outside the hospital who I’m not living with. Aww, thanks! I think the moonlight sets off your hair nicely. You know, we should…test out this moonlight thing more. You know, for science. And then of course we’ll have to compare it to sunlight.

Now that is the Joly I know and love so well.

-R

…I could very well say the same. I feel as if Enjolras and Penelope are the only people I manage to have a decent conversation with these days, and then there is only so much one can say about Rousseau and fairy unicorns. In separate conversations, I mean. Not fairies with Rousseau, which would actually be interesting. (He laughs) An admirable attempt, my winged one, but sunlight is and ever will be my natural enemy.

😽

…You know, if you ever want to talk about coffee shop management and legal cases, feel free to come switch with me for a bit. I think your best option staying home is to try to get the whole family together to discuss how Rousseau’s philosophy would differ if he were a fairy unicorn. Could be interesting. (Joly laughs) My plan all along was to get you to admit that. I’ve been trying to prove that you’re a vampire.

…I cannot say that I am terribly struck by that desire, but I will let you know if that ever changes. You know, I tried that, once. Penelope thought we were talking about our cat, and Enjolras was offended I wasn’t taking Rousseau seriously. I had a grand time, though, so it was worth it. Not a vampire, dear! An ancient Celtic death deity. I would never be a supernatural creature with an aversion to garlic.

…You can also talk about like…memes and anime with them. Or anime memes. (Joly laughs) Excellent. Perhaps Penelope will be able to participate more fully when she's older. (Joly winks) Nevsr thought vampire, didn't know what you were, though. I was thinking cryptid, honestly. Death deity is extra cool, though.

I do, but it seems I am yet unprepared to deal with your cruelty each time. Perhaps you should remain in your stained clothing; then, at least, you will not ruin another garment with the blood pouring from my wounded heart.

-R

…(He gives Joly a companionable pat on the shoulder, then offers his arm for Joly to hold onto) The same for you, dear Jolllly. Between both of our busy lives, I feel we hardly see each other outside of the Musain. It’s good to see you in another setting. The moonlight looks good on you.

fear not, love, i have already put on clothing that camouflages blood stains most admirably

…(Joly holds Grantaire’s arm and gives it a squeeze) It is nice to see someone outside the hospital who I’m not living with. Aww, thanks! I think the moonlight sets off your hair nicely. You know, we should…test out this moonlight thing more. You know, for science. And then of course we’ll have to compare it to sunlight.

Now that is the Joly I know and love so well.

-R

…I could very well say the same. I feel as if Enjolras and Penelope are the only people I manage to have a decent conversation with these days, and then there is only so much one can say about Rousseau and fairy unicorns. In separate conversations, I mean. Not fairies with Rousseau, which would actually be interesting. (He laughs) An admirable attempt, my winged one, but sunlight is and ever will be my natural enemy.

😽

…You know, if you ever want to talk about coffee shop management and legal cases, feel free to come switch with me for a bit. I think your best option staying home is to try to get the whole family together to discuss how Rousseau's philosophy would differ if he were a fairy unicorn. Could be interesting. (Joly laughs) My plan all along was to get you to admit that. I've been trying to prove that you're a vampire.

I do, but it seems I am yet unprepared to deal with your cruelty each time. Perhaps you should remain in your stained clothing; then, at least, you will not ruin another garment with the blood pouring from my wounded heart.

-R

…(He gives Joly a companionable pat on the shoulder, then offers his arm for Joly to hold onto) The same for you, dear Jolllly. Between both of our busy lives, I feel we hardly see each other outside of the Musain. It’s good to see you in another setting. The moonlight looks good on you.

fear not, love, i have already put on clothing that camouflages blood stains most admirably

…(Joly holds Grantaire's arm and gives it a squeeze) It is nice to see someone outside the hospital who I'm not living with. Aww, thanks! I think the moonlight sets off your hair nicely. You know, we should…test out this moonlight thing more. You know, for science. And then of course we'll have to compare it to sunlight.

As Plato tells us, we are all one half of a soul looking for another half- and as such, some company would not be remiss. I would never begrudge another man in need of Paris’s healing touch the chance to let her soothe him, anyway. I’ll find my way over to your apartment, and hopefully I shall not breathe my last before then.

-R

aww ur the cutest emo 😽 see ya soon! i’ll try to get real, clean clothing on before then lol. gotta look cute in the dark too.

You wound me, dear friend. Myself, cute? I rue the day such a statement about myself could be true. Don’t fret your clothing too much. You know who your company is to be.

Speaking of, your humble caller awaits you at the foot of your abode. No offering of flowers as is befitting such a visit, I’m afraid, but I hope my presence will make up for what else I lack.

-R

you know i'm a lil mean >:p and i know lol but i should put on something that doesn't have suspicious chemical stains lmao

:0 !!! i'll be right there see ya friendo!!!

…(Joly hugs Grantaire) Dear! It's so good to see you.

As Plato tells us, we are all one half of a soul looking for another half- and as such, some company would not be remiss. I would never begrudge another man in need of Paris’s healing touch the chance to let her soothe him, anyway. I’ll find my way over to your apartment, and hopefully I shall not breathe my last before then.

-R

aww ur the cutest emo 😽 see ya soon! i'll try to get real, clean clothing on before then lol. gotta look cute in the dark too.

Ah, to walk the streets of Paris late at night, wandering wherever one’s heart pulls you! Naught but the hum of the streetlights, the rush of cars still passing by, and the bark of the wayward dog to keep you company. Sometimes I find myself darting through the alleys and across the roads as I imagine my Celtic ancestors once did, their bodies smeared with paint and their hearts raging against their unwelcome Roman guests. Or sometimes I find my eyes drifting shut, and I let only the feel of the earth beneath my feet guide me.

“But Grantaire,” one might say, “is that not an easy way to get yourself hit by a car?” As if that were a hindrance, and not the goal!

-R

cool cool cool very lovely

but also like

you know i love and cherish you so i mean this with love

but what the HECK

Nothing you need to worry about on top of your usual worries, carrissime. I am merely adrift in a melancholy of my soul’s own making. Nothing out of the usual; except, I suppose, that I have learned to swim more than to drown. Parisian nights are like a life vest cast into the ocean- I have to do a little swimming, but they keep me afloat after the struggle. So worry not! I have no plans to go throwing myself in front of moving vehicles, or even walking aimlessly in their direction; but it is a rather appealing thought sometimes.

-R

aww babe :( u want a walking partner? i need to like. cleanse my brain after an Uhhh eventful™ day at the Hospital. anyway don't die b4 u answer lawls

Ah, to walk the streets of Paris late at night, wandering wherever one’s heart pulls you! Naught but the hum of the streetlights, the rush of cars still passing by, and the bark of the wayward dog to keep you company. Sometimes I find myself darting through the alleys and across the roads as I imagine my Celtic ancestors once did, their bodies smeared with paint and their hearts raging against their unwelcome Roman guests. Or sometimes I find my eyes drifting shut, and I let only the feel of the earth beneath my feet guide me.

“But Grantaire,” one might say, “is that not an easy way to get yourself hit by a car?” As if that were a hindrance, and not the goal!

-R

cool cool cool very lovely

but also like

you know i love and cherish you so i mean this with love

but what the HECK

brain: oooo joly u get muscle weakness over a whole half ur body ;)

me: omg shut up i'm going to get water like it or not

#joly post

It is simultaneously one of my best and worst qualities. I rather admire it in myself, if I may say so. Sadly, the universe is a harsh mistress, as raspberries have the unfortunate side effect of causing my throat to swell in a way that is not quite conducive to the art of breathing- an act which is particularly conducive to the art of living. Penelope will enjoy them, at least, and I will try my hardest not to break eye contact with you.

-R

I like it, too. I like a lot of things about you, actually, which is in fact why we’re friends, and not mortal enemies who are destined to fight each other exactly seven times a year in a random parking lot. Well, I gave my one employee who didn’t leave early the rest of the stuff we had left, so this is all we have. She insisted I take something. I’m not arguing with a mother of five. She knows all my tricks. Anyway, I hope Enjolras and Penelope like muffins and finding a way to share three things among two people.

What a shame! There is such delight to be had in an archrivalry and the occasional near-fatal spat in a dimly-lit area. Jehan would be absolutely swooning at the thought, don’t you think? I shall just have to bake something that will not lead to my premature death, or else accept my fate. And not to worry, Penelope is quite capable of polishing off as many muffins as you see fit to give her. She’s talented in that way.

-R

Well, we could always just do that anyway. It seems so entertaining. I think that Jehan would be happy to join our pretend rivalry, because what’s more fun than a multi-person rivalry? Nothing. I’ll bring you something tomorrow that (probably) won’t kill you. Rivalry time isn’t fun if you actually dramatically perish. Anyway, Penelope is so good. I’m also at your door right now with a bag of muffins, and also two whole cat-petting hands.

#chetta post #grantaire

It is simultaneously one of my best and worst qualities. I rather admire it in myself, if I may say so. Sadly, the universe is a harsh mistress, as raspberries have the unfortunate side effect of causing my throat to swell in a way that is not quite conducive to the art of breathing- an act which is particularly conducive to the art of living. Penelope will enjoy them, at least, and I will try my hardest not to break eye contact with you.

-R