#interested or whatever

[summertimebonaparte]

It's raining out, so Enjolras has holed himself up in his own tent for the evening. It's quite likely he should be mothering one of the others, watching intently to make sure they are, indeed, doing the chores the were assigned, but he can't bring himself to venture outside. With a sigh, he cards a hand through his mop of unwashed curls and lights another cigarette.