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[This is only a video because Grantaire can't be bothered to fuss with his console right now. Getting onto the system's been difficult enough as is, with how much loathing his more sober, withdrawing self has for the rest of humanity and the like. It doesn't help, of course, that he's been spending every other morning bent over the toilet since his best attempts at rationing his own stash of wine and spirits began to fail. He may have never heard the term porcelain altar before, but he understands the sentiment deeply.
Now though, he's laughing. Not with amusement, but with a disgusted grimace that comes with a dark sense of irony. He's pale, doesn't look nearly as well as he did before, what with his body has been going through since the turtle-wide rationing began. His face is swollen around his eye and nose, and there's blood crusted around his nose and in his mouth. Alcohol withdrawal wasn't the only cause of his current state.]
Bien sur, this would happen the first time I've gone out in days. This is lovely. [His voice dripping with sarcasm, he spits blood into the napkin in his hand before pointing at his face.] This is what your amicable natives do to foreigners when stability begins to crumble. Vagrants are always the first to be blamed when the world goes to shit, and anyone who expects any differently is lying to themselves and everyone around them. Hopeful, optimistic lies like that get the innocent and naive killed. Luckily, I'm neither innocent nor naive, and can handle being bloodied by mongrels every so often. I only hope that I've not broken another tooth.
[He doesn't even bother signing off properly or with any salutation. He just shuts the connection with a wince and a roll of his eyes.]
Now though, he's laughing. Not with amusement, but with a disgusted grimace that comes with a dark sense of irony. He's pale, doesn't look nearly as well as he did before, what with his body has been going through since the turtle-wide rationing began. His face is swollen around his eye and nose, and there's blood crusted around his nose and in his mouth. Alcohol withdrawal wasn't the only cause of his current state.]
Bien sur, this would happen the first time I've gone out in days. This is lovely. [His voice dripping with sarcasm, he spits blood into the napkin in his hand before pointing at his face.] This is what your amicable natives do to foreigners when stability begins to crumble. Vagrants are always the first to be blamed when the world goes to shit, and anyone who expects any differently is lying to themselves and everyone around them. Hopeful, optimistic lies like that get the innocent and naive killed. Luckily, I'm neither innocent nor naive, and can handle being bloodied by mongrels every so often. I only hope that I've not broken another tooth.
[He doesn't even bother signing off properly or with any salutation. He just shuts the connection with a wince and a roll of his eyes.]
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[He doesn't feel like giving her more, not when his face is throbbing, but he can poke where he knows to poke. He may not know Eponine's given name, but's not stupid. He has eyes. Speaking of which, he winces as he pokes the inflamation around his eye.]
Pontmercy is here, go bother him.
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I've found him already. He went to speak with Cosette.
[Speak with, or stare at, with those large eyes of his. Either way, her point stands.]
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[There are really few words for how droll Grantaire does not find this. He has a mind to just hang up on her and tend to his wounds, but he's never been one to back down when his own teeth are bared.]
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[At least, she could not pass up the chance to make a remark about his appearance, to poke a bit of fun. She certainly did not look for banter, not from him, not after what she said.]
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