Enjolras: "What are you doing?"
Grantaire: "Loving you with my eyes"
Enjolras: "P-please don't-"
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Enjolras: "What are you doing?"
Grantaire: "Loving you with my eyes"
Enjolras: "P-please don't-"
Courfeyrac to Enjolras: Grantaire's delicate. Like a flower. A chubby, damaged flower who hates himself.
Courfeyrac: *singing quietly* ~one less, one less problem~
Combeferre: That was pretty good.
Courfeyrac: Thanks, Bro!
Combeferre:...
Combeferre: Should we kiss now?
Courfeyrac: I mean it'd be wrong if we didn't.
One memorable night at the Musain Enjolras and Grantaire are having a particularly vicious argument that ends with neither speaking to the other for the rest of the meeting Afterwards Grantaire feels bad so he goes over to say sorry but Enjolras is having none of it. "Well," says R. "I guess it's too late o Apollo-gise?" There's a beat, then Enjolras just fucking decks him.
I feel really strongly about this headcanon
Les Mis as things my family says
Enjolras: I'M IN A ROOM FULL OF MORONS
Grantaire: Are you calling yourself a moron? You're in the room too.
Enjolras, walking into Combeferre's room: Hey 'Ferre, do you know-
Combeferre, awkwardly lying in bed under the covers, face red and slightly out of breath: Yeah, what's up?
Enjolras:
Combeferre:
Enjolras: Courfeyrac's under your bed isn't he?
Courfeyrac, from under the bed: No
Marius: *picks up phone* Oh, hey, Enjolras. Just a sec, I'll go get Courf-
Enjolras: Actually it's you I'm calling.
Marius: *squeaks in excitement*
*Courfeyrac and Marius eating Breakfast*
Courf: More toast, Marius?
Marius: *looking at his phone* Why won't you call me, Cosette?
Courf: More toast, Cosette?