chignonesque replied to your photoset: THE SOUND I JUST MADE OH MY GOD GINGER GINGER IT’S SO COMPLETELY FOUND A PLACE THAT I FOUND MYSELF WONDERING WHERE COMBEFERRE IS HIDING I KNOW *screams* Montparnasse is down there alone, or so he thinks until he hears a sound he hasn't made; feeling still a bit of an intruder himself in this place, he knows it would be rude to turn and face down his unwanted companion angrily, so instead he smiles, and tells the man he’s not touched a thing tonight on his own that he hasn’t already tried under supervision. Combeferre lowers his phone and launches into a short, eerily quiet lecture on proper form, first in terms of the weapons themselves and then on the audacity of picking the locks to rooms that would be open to Montparnasse whenever he wanted, had he only asked first, and Montparnasse listens as he should, waiting for Combeferre to wind down before he nods, the only apology Combeferre needs from him in his eyes. Break into this basement again before you’ve learned everything I want you to, and it’ll be the last time you touch another thing in it, Combeferre tells him then. Montparnasse nods again, and Combeferre turns on his heel, smacking at the switches that brighten the enormous room more. Now, Combeferre says, facing Montparnasse again. Show me what more you’ve got. It doesn’t occur to Montparnasse until he’s near sleep late that night that Combeferre had taken a picture for each of the weapons Montparnasse had picked up again after the little scolding—and that as they’d departed the room after another hour, tired but with yet another level of respect established between them, Combeferre had left the room unlocked.