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[ask-montparnasse]

[ You may be keen to keep your chapeau out of harm's way, 'Parnasse, but she knows just how to soil any other garment of yours. Count your lucky stars that's it's awful hard to distract one enough to steal his coat off his back -- after all, it's a terribly chilly night. ]

[ You count your lucky stars, ‘Ponine, that it’s so hard to steal a coat off his back while it’s being worn. He’d chase you up and down the streets of Paris and not even bother with giving you a kiss when he took it back. ]

[ask-montparnasse]

[ What charity! What kindness! Giving away a pretty cravat? You've gone terribly soft, 'Parnasse. But the fabric is warm against her chilled flesh, and so she won't complain, settling instead for a smug grin. Besides, she happens to be quite fond of the feeling of his hands dancing around her waist. ]

[ Montparnasse squints, because that pretty bite in her words is especially prominent tonight, isn’t it? He could yank the cravat away, if he truly wanted, and leave her without anything at her waist. The dandy’s grip tugs a little insistently at that silk and he frowns in response to her smirk, lifts his chin so as to even further move his hat out of her reach. That expression is one he’s learned to be wary of, especially in regards to the well-being of his precious clothing. ]

[ask-montparnasse]

[ Oh, he's securing the hat on his head. How disappointing -- he's not in the mood for that particular game tonight. No matter, she can hazard a guess at the game which he wishes to play as he snags at her waist, and she draws herself closer. You're a terribly lucky boy she doesn't otherwise have plans, Montparnasse, beyond toying with you. ]

[ And Montparnasse is smirking, although the expression falters when he notices the condition of her stay. It’s ripped up the line of her ribs and he tuts under his breath, delves a hand into his pocket and retrieves a thick, freshly-stolen cravat from his redingote. He’ll give it away. This once. It’s customary for a man to do things he might not like for the sake of fashion. Montparnasse threads the cravat around Éponine’s tiny waist, ties it tight. Startlingly lucky, to be graced with your presence. There, now you’re not half so unpleasant to look at, ‘Ponine. ]

[ask-montparnasse]

[ An indignant scoff, then a pout, then a flick at his nose. How rude, Montparnasse. Careful with your assumption that swatting at her with your hat will do you any good -- she is a sly girl with quick and nimble fingers. In a moment, that pretty hat just might be out of your clutches. ]

[ She cycles through her expressions and Montparnasse just tamps his hat down firmly on the crown of his head. Don’t think he’ll let you get your nimble fingers on it so easily. He prods at her tiny waist, sneaks a small tug at her skirts. What are you up to tonight, ‘Ponine? Being irritating as usual? ]

[ask-montparnasse]

[ Sudden and angry Éponine kisses -- this qualifies as a "good-evening Montparnasse" ]

[ For a moment he kisses her back, biting down on her lip in their sudden closeness because yes, good evening to you too Éponine, and then he’s got just enough sense of mind to shove her back and swat at her with his hat. Good god, what have you been eating? Or not eating, given the times. Your mouth tastes like sin. ]

[ask-montparnasse]

[ prods ]

[ aggressively prods in return because dammit Eponine (and that’s it, that is the reason) ]

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[tonystarkavenger]

Visiting Paris

It had been a relatively busy day for Tony. He arrived in Paris a few days ago for several conferences regarding his company, and he had meeting all day. He was glad when they were finally over. Checking the time, he decided it was time to pay his dear friend, Eponine, a visit. It had been way too long. He got into his car and drove until he made it to what he /thought/ was her house. He got out, locked his car, and walked up to the door, knocking quietly.