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[yourguide-combeferre]

Combeferre walked down the hallway to his apartment, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his book bag and he hid under the protection of his sweater. He was tired as usual but tonight after an especially trying day after an especially restless night he felt like he couldn’t be more tired. His feet stepped lightly onto the mat outside his door and he began taking his keys out of his pocket. As he opened the door he heard someone round the corner and he looked up to see a familiar figure. “Couldn’t sleep?” He smiled as he asked. 

[legrandrr-blog]

“So, this has all gone to shit.”

[yourguide-combeferre]

Combeferre had a long day. It wasn’t surprising to him and he couldn’t complain because most of his workload was a result of his own doing. He had packed this one particular day filled with classes and told his Uncle he could work at the bookstore that night. He took his homework with him to the bookstore even to keep working even when he was already working. He stretched his sore shoulders and took another sip of tea sitting behind the counter where the cash register sat. He kept reading accepting his tiredness and all of the busy days ahead of him when he heard the door open. He was surprised anyone was coming in this close to closing but he was admittedly less surprised when he saw who it was.

“Coming in for a late night visit?”

[yourguide-combeferre]

Combeferre could hear the other becoming upset. 

“Look, I know this isn’t the situation you wanted but it’s not too late to still make the best of it.”

[ofdaggersandwolves-blog]

“Uh, excuse me. Are you alright?”

[legrandrr-blog]

“Could you keep it down? It’s noon, some people are trying to sleep.”

[halcyonglamcur-blog]

It had been a long night and, as she padded downstairs into the bookshop, having had to run upstairs to her flat to grab her coffee mug, Fleur couldn’t help but yawn. She hadn’t even bothered brushing her curls out. Just slick on some red lipstick and everyone excused the rest of your appearance. Or rather, that was Fleur’s philosophy on life. 

However, she paused on the stairs as she noticed another person in her store. Of course, the shop was already open but it was ridiculously early. Frowning, Fleur drew in a breath and managed a bright voice as she spoke. 

“Morning! Is there anything I can help you with at all?” 

[epanouiretoile-blog]

Jehan frowned down at their notebook, elegant fingers twirling their favourite fountain pen as they thought carefully about the next line of the poem. Eventually, they lowered the nib to the page and began to write in sweeping calligraphy.  A soft noise from nearby startled them from their reverie and they smiled up at the person in front of them. 

“There’s no one sitting there if that’s what you’re going to ask.” They said, canting their head towards the empty chair opposite.