B a h o r e l

"Bahorel, a man of caprice, was scattered over numerous cafes; the others had habits, he had none. He sauntered. To stray is human. To saunter is Parisian. In reality, he had a penetrating mind and was more of a thinker than appeared to view." Indie Bahorel sideblog Tracking: goodnxturedmortal Sideblog of: liasredshirt

[jollydisableddoctor]

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[ text: Bahorel ] Do you know how ridiculous doctors can be? [ text: Bahorel ] I’m tired of seeing people hurt because of petty fights.

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[Msg; Joly] Whoa. What's up, Doc?

[goodnxturedmortal-blog]

;;--I should really get back on here, does anyone want a starter?

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Three's Company | goodnxturedmortal, cynxcgrantaire

Jehan stretched, holding their book on their lap. They wondered when their boyfriends would be home. It was nice to not have to work, but their days got boring and awfully lonely. They hummed, leaning over to grab their phone.

Maybe it was cute that they contacted each other with a group chat. It got a bit annoying if just two of them were talking, but it was still nice.

"When are you boys coming home?" they texted.

[impcssibledreamer]

Grantaire took the long shift at least once a week. More hours meant more money, which meant more time he could spend at home where he wanted to be. He picked up his phone, grinning at the text from Jehan.

"I’ll be home in like two hours." He responded, waiting for his boyfriend to reply to the two of them. He was looking forward to when they were all back.

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Honestly, Bahorel could barely hear his phone while he was working; it was only when it buzzed for a second time that he noticed it going off and dug it out with an apologetic grin at the girl leaning against the bar. The smile widened when he saw who it was from, and he typed out his reply quickly, the woman all together forgotten in favour of his significant others. "I'm closing the bar tonight," he replied, fingers flying over the keyboard. "I'll be home late, don't feel like you need to stay up for me."

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"Reluctantly."

[goodnxturedmortal-blog]

         "--Oh, really? Brat."

[realxsms]

"Is that my shirt?" (from Bahorel, I'm being lazy)

"….Yes."

         ”Problem?” 

[realxsms]

       ”Remember the last time you and R got into a bar fight with someone? You left this at our flat ‘cause I was going to do laundry that day anyway. Well, I ran out of clean laundry yesterday; turns out your shirts are large enough for me to wear as deliciously short dresses.” 

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       "There's nothing I can say to that, that won't get me punched," Bahorel replied with a laugh, slinging his arm over her shoulder. "It looks good on you. Feel free to steal my shirts whenever - just leave me enough to wear when I need to." To be honest, it painted a rather magnificent picture of them being involved, but Bahorel knew she'd punch anyone who mentioned it as such - after all, she didn't belong to anyone, especially him, and wearing his shirt didn't change that. "You look cute."

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"Why do I hang out with you?"

[goodnxturedmortal-blog]

         "You like my beard and my jokes."

[realxsms]

Mistletoe (goodnxturedmortal)

send “mistletoe” for our muses to get caught under mistletoe!!

   There was an inviting challenge in her smile after she noticed the mistletoe adorning the doorway they happened to be standing under. Her eyebrow was raised in a question with mischief dancing at the corners of her crimson painted lips. “Well?” She flirtatiously teased without saying a word, not actually expecting him to take action. 

[realxsms]

     Eponine smiled softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her face to his chest. How safe she felt. When he spoke again her smile turned playful, eyes opening with a certain glint. “I’m fine with either.” 

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         "--Don't tempt me, princess," he replied with a chuckle, staring down at her with undisguised adoration. After a moment, he pressed a scratchy kiss to her forehead and moved them out of the door way, setting her down only when he found them a seat where they could watch their friends get caught in the same place.

[apolloenrouge]

Enjolras sighed, considering ignoring him completely— what would make him go away fastest?

“Almost every night now, if you must know.”

[goodnxturedmortal-blog]

       "--Somehow I doubt it, but sure, if you say so." Bahorel laughed, shaking his head. "You totally just lost me money though."

[realxsms]

"Is that my shirt?" (from Bahorel, I'm being lazy)

"….Yes."

         ”Problem?” 

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      "Nah--             It looks good on you."

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"Excuse me, you’re a jerk."

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         "No shit. Your point?"

[granxaire]

paintR is typing…

paintR: Fair enough. Uhm.. To make it out to you? Most weekends.

paintR: Just need a heads up about it

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         Bearhorel is typing...          Bearhorel: Next week end then? Or the weekend after?          Bearhorel: Any preference on what we bake?

[realxsms]

Mistletoe (goodnxturedmortal)

send “mistletoe” for our muses to get caught under mistletoe!!

   There was an inviting challenge in her smile after she noticed the mistletoe adorning the doorway they happened to be standing under. Her eyebrow was raised in a question with mischief dancing at the corners of her crimson painted lips. “Well?” She flirtatiously teased without saying a word, not actually expecting him to take action. 

[realxsms]

She laughed, grinning into his chest, her head resting over his heart. Only he could make her feel this kind of safe and wonderful. “You’re adorable.” Eponine laughed quietly. 

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           "I've heard that before, yeah." He grinned, dropping his head down to rest his nose in her hair for a moment. Moments like this were few and far between, and he needed to enjoy them while he could - plus, her hair always smelt nice. "Any objections to me carrying you out from under the mistletoe or should I stand here and continue kissing you?"

[shewhoisbored]

[apolloenrouge]

“Whenever Grantaire or Combeferre force me to, to be quite honest. May I get back to my work now?”

[goodnxturedmortal-blog]

         "--Not specific enough, sorry. I need like, time frames. How often? Once a week? For science. Combeferre would encourage the science, you know he would."

[granxaire]

paintR is typing… 

paintR: Ten euro Enj is going to get that constipated look of his 

paintR: Speaking of recording, what is this drunk baking adventure?

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           Bearhorel is typing...            Bearhorel: No idea, man. When have I ever run on a schedule?            Bearhorel: When are you free?

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"It’s tea. It’s good, asshole."

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        "I didn't say it wasn't good, jerk."

[consciousnessandchromosomes-dea]

"Bullshit, I’m eighteen." A lie, but whatever. "Besides, I know I can out drink you." She was pretty cocky about that. Her genetic modifications made her body less susceptible to being drunk.

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           "I sincerely doubt it." The kid had guts, he had to admit, but he wasn't willing to lose his license over it. "And it doesn't matter because there's no way you're old enough to be in here, so I won't be serving you. What brought you into a bar, anyway?"