#wildbutcourageous

[agreatidleforce]

She has become very lost in a very short period of time, and though she knows she cannot be all too far from home, she sees nothing familiar. What she does see is a very large man, and it takes her several moments before she approaches him. More than anything, she worries that her voice will not reach him. "Monsieur!" she calls, as loud as her lungs will allow. - wildbutcourageous

          Guelemer was surprised by the sound. After all, he was not used to people screaming to get his attention— especially not on the streets. He glanced down and blinked at the girl who’d called for him. He was not going to complain about her methods— she was beautiful, wasn’t she? He smiled a bit and bent his knees some so that he was closer to her level. "—Yes?”

[rosescenteddandy-blog]

          Montparnasse walks through the streets on this sunny day in an attempt to find new clothes. If the high-end clothing shops were open at night he would hardly deal in affairs during the daylight. It was not as if he couldn't handle it-- he was a criminal, not a vampire-- but when a lazy man did his work at night, he hardly wanted to be awake and moving around during the day.                 When he sees her, he has to do a double take, eyes narrowing to see her through the sun's rays. She is... breathtaking, to say the least. Not to mention, the clothes she wears look rather nice--

                      Montparnasse stares for only a moment before stepping over in her direction, taking a bow before placing his hat on his head once more. "Good day, Mademoiselle-- don't tell me you're alone?"

[capitalr]

She won't let you see her, but she will speak with you through the door. She presses her eye very close to the little peephole to peer out at Grantaire. "You've come to visit again..." - wildbutcourageous (( You absolutely know what AU this is, I bet. ))

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                           Grantaire glances up, smiling slowly at the sound of the other’s voice as he turns in a small circle in the middle of the room. "Well, of course I did— you told me to, didn’t you?” he replies, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. He wonders where she could be hiding… He places himself on the couch and then takes to glancing at the ceiling, looking thoughtful. 

       ”Would you mind telling me a little about yourself this time?” he asks, fingers picking at the nice pair of pants he was wearing. He hopes this is worth the money he’s been paid.