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Bahorel tried very hard to get her students to follow her fucking rules, but occasionally, they were fucking idiots. To no one’s surprise. Ever. Lo and behold, she was teaching throws and landed on her back on someone’s earring that they forgot to not have on their bodies lest they fall out on the mat and leave a big gash in Bahorel’s back where she couldn’t fucking reach. She flitted in between Combeferre and Joly when she needed to be patched up, but she knew how much it upset Joly and an earring? She knew it would set Joly on edge and Bahorel didn’t want to put her friend through all that. At Ferre’s familiar smile, she relaxed. “Sort of,” she admitted, slipping her oversized sweatshirt off her shoulder to reveal the bleeding on her back. “I can’t reach?”

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Combeferre pulled her closer lightly to inspect the wound. He was the point in their friendship of overeacting whenever Bahorel was wounded, it happened now too often to surprise Ferre anymore. He still cared deeply maybe even more then when he fretted over her but he was able to do more for her being level headed then he could acting like her mom. “Do I want to know what happened?” He said monotone only half serious, it was like his catchphrase with the all the Amis. “Come on in. Have you had dinner yet?” He said as he opened the door to his small apartment.

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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.

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Grantaire raised his eyebrows. “Is this you asking for a wingman?”

The smell of coffee was enough to make Grantaire sigh happily, nearly missing Combeferre’s next question. “Hmmm? Oh, you know. Rough night, I guess.”

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“I could probably use a date a for once.” Combeferre turned around and placed the cup on the table. “Rough night? Rough how? You don’t have to tell me, of course, unless you care to share.”

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Enjolras had been… well, stressed might be an understatement. Between the upcoming protest, the start of the school year, and his arguments with Grantaire. Everything was starting to feel a little overwhelming and, while Enjolras could talk to his therapist about it, he first wanted to see his closest friend. Enjolras wasn’t usually big on physical contact, particularly physical contact in public, but sometimes he was a bit touch-starved. It was mostly of his own doing. He was always so busy, always had too much to do. Combeferre had never judged him when Enjolras just needed. Even when he didn’t quite know how to ask.

“Yeah,” he answered quietly, shifting from foot to foot, running his hands along the spine of a book propped up beside the cash register. “Are you busy this evening after work?”

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Combeferre sat up and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He immediately read Enjolras, body language and knew it had been a rough day. Ferre could always tell, Enjolras was one of his best friends and he cared so deeply for him he would drop anything just to make sure that boy is healthy.

“I’ll close up in a couple of minutes and we can go to my place.” He rested his elbows on the counter and looked over the tired boy. “Did you eat today?”

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“I’m out of coffee at my apartment,” Enjolras said in a pitchy voice that was most certainly not a whine. It was just emphatic unhappiness. “There’s too much to do. Don’t worry, Ferre, I’ll go home when it’s done.”

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Combeferre was getting impatient. He knew he was going to have to fight him to get him home, but if he had to fight him to get him some sleep, so be it. “Enjolras.” Combeferre said his name dead serious. “Pack up your stuff.”

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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?”

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Combeferre chulcked. “I wouldn’t call myself a god, but I wouldn’t mind being worshiped.”

He started to poor a fresh cup of coffee into a mug. “Do I even want to know why you were sleeping in so late?”

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Enjolras looked up to see Combeferre across from him and he made a face. “It’s just a meeting with my advisor,” Enjolras said, stubbornly refusing to leave his seat. “I’m fully prepared for it. There’s so much to do here I need to get done before we can move ahead with the social media campaign.”

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“Enjolras.” Combeferre sighed. “You’ve been obsessing over this too much… Let me at least get you to your apartment. C’mon you can work from there.”

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Enjolras took a slow breath in and out, then looked back up to Combeferre. “How? There’s no one responding from the administrations of half of the universities. The social media campaign is going well but if we don’t get more feedback, we won’t see any change even after the sit-ins.”

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Combeferre took a moment to think and then pushed his glasses up further the bridge of his nose before continuing. “Push the campaign outside of social media. We can organize a rally during class time and bring attention to ourselves. I’m not saying we intimidate the administration to respond but it could help if we make some noise on campus.”

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Name: Combeferre Nickname(s): Ferre, Mothman Pronouns: He/Him/His Age: 26 Occupation: Medical Student & Employee at Uncle’s Small Bookstore FC: Nathan Stewart-Jarrett Combeferre is a TAKEN character.

Background:

Combeferre feels he didn’t have a sad childhood. He grew up in a big house with loving parents and knows that’s a lot more than most people get. No matter how confident he is in the level of happiness in his childhood, he was extremely lonely. His parents were both business people and were in the house only so much. They were around a lot more in his first 7 years but soon after seventh birthday the trips started piling up. They had high expectations for him at a young age and after seeing him do well in primary school they assumed he could handle himself if they were gone more often than not, though what they failed to notice was how quiet Combeferre was. He wouldn’t tell them either way if he was lonely or not. Combeferre was always observant and he saw how busy his parents were and would never want to make them busier. As a child, he thought if his parents didn’t hear him complain and he did all he could to meet their expectations they would reward him. He was right, he excelled in school and they rewarded him with the freedom of being an individual, though what he had hope to be rewarded with was more time with them.

Leaving a young child with the freedom to be an individual could possibly work for some children, and Combeferre’s parents certainly think it worked well for him. He grew to be a bright young man, interested in many different subjects and more observant than any of his peers. When he reached his teenage years, the young Combeferre somehow managed to convince his parents to let him go to a boarding school. It wasn’t until he was out of the environment he had always been in that he finally realized he was as lonely as he was. He sat quiet in the back of classes and kept mostly to himself. He excelled exceptionally in all of his studies and his teachers were easily impressed by him. Combeferre knew his life was a good one and he couldn’t complain but it mainly consisted of class and studying and not much else. He didn’t have many friends or went many places because he just never had time for them when his school schedule was as filled as it was. One teacher in particular noticed and even though Combeferre insisted he had a rounded life the teacher would not let him continue his class until Combeferre joined a club. So with no other choice he joined a club on social justice and it changed his life forever.

It wasn’t until Combeferre found the world of political activism and social justice that he found his voice beyond studies. These spaces were for every person to make a difference in a world that stretched further and beyond then his studies. Combeferre had always known about the injustices of the world but he never felt empowered to make a difference until then. His life expanded and when it came to going to university he agreed to his parents’ wishes for him to study medicine but he would study in Paris, the social hub of France. In school he met Enjolras and Courfeyrac and over the course of a few years they became his family. They pushed him further outside into the world of politics and into the world around him. He will always be the quiet, observant, man who throws himself into his studies religiously but he has his friend’s to thank for making his world less lonely.

Personality:

Combeferre can be summed up as observant and smart. The first thing most people notice first about him is how many books he carries on his person at any one time. He cares deeply for his friends and considers them family, he would do anything for them and will be the first person to make sure someone is okay physically and emotionally. He is reserved and doesn’t speak up often but when he does it is well thought out and important to the situation at hand. Though he will speak up when needed, sometimes he is too quiet. He has a lot of trouble going to others for help and will go through a lot to not worry people or be a burden. No one can easily tell when something is wrong and he often keeps his emotions bottled up. Some would say he’s obsessed with schoolwork and sometimes when it comes down to it, school is put first before most things in Combeferre’s life, even his health.

Other Information:

He has weak health and has been prone to heart conditions in his past but he hides it well and prefers to not worry anyone whenever he is ill.

Connections:

Member of Les Amis de l’ABC

Close friend of Enjolras and Courfeyrac

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After the meeting, Enjolras stayed at the Café Musain, quietly shuffling through papers, writing notes, and making plans for the Amis’ future. His coffee, long since cooled, was relatively untouched, forgotten in the face of so much to do. After a long moment, Enjolras reached for the drink, only then noticing someone else near his table.

“Can I help you?”

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“Yes you can actually.” Combeferre had watched him settle down for what he knew would be a long night of just sitting at the Cafe musing over the remnants of the meeting. “You need to go home and sleep, Enjolras. I know you have class tomorrow.”