1ère mélodie | video | On est laid à Nanterre, c'est la faute à Voltaire.

[chiot]

[ Hey! Other people on the turtle! The screen blinks on and there's a ratty blonde boy. Familiar, no doubt--he's never at one place for too long, and he's constantly running around the city. It's likely you've seen him on the street. ]

S'Gavroche! Gotta question for yas. [ What a nice way to greet people. This had been on his mind, though. Since Cosette mentioned it, and even moreso due to the events on Atam. There's a few bruises and scrapes on his face, but his nose is looking a little purple, swelling. Possibly broken. He seems undeterred at this--or the fact that he's absolutely filthy. Actually, there's pretty much nothing in the house he logged in to the network on--he doesn't really use it at all. ]

Little inquiry, huh? Lil' bit. [ He rolls his shoulders, and for the first time he looks a little anxious. ] Y'know your worlds, yeah? I wanna talk to someone what lives in Earth, an' knows Paris. Gotta bit-- [ Okay, now you're repeating yourself, Gavroche. Try not to look so nervous! You're proud of who you are and what you did.

So, cautiously, the Gamin flashes a smile. ]

The--uh. Around June 6, there was a rebellion, yeah? 'Gainst the King. [ Absentmindedly, he touches his little rosette pin with the colours of the French flag. ]

We--they--overthrew 'im, right? An' did it follow through? Y'got a King in France?

Comments

[philosophe]

We do not, as Jehan and Pontmercy have said. [There's a brief smile, before he schools himself back to seriousness.]

I should like to look at your nose, if you don't mind.

[chiot]

[ suspiciousssss ] Why y'wanna look at it? You can look from there, I should think.

[philosophe]

I do think it may be broken, and I would like to see what I can do for it.

[chiot]

[ He covers his nose instinctively, wincing when he touches the bridge of it. ]

Nnnn.... I guess. Will it hurt?

[philosophe]

It may, yes; but does it not hurt now?

[chiot]

Well, yeah, but--[ He shuts himself up. Hesitates. And, very carefully, admits something he obviously finds rather embarrassing. ] --I figured, if you guys were gonna be okay, I wouldn't wanna bother you guys from fightin' so I didn't say nuffin'.

[philosophe]

It is no bother, petit, I am a doctor, after all.

[chiot]

[ Grumble. ] Well, only if you promise you're not gonna worry about it after.

[philosophe]

[Very solemnly:] I do so promise. [But good luck, he'll be quietly mothering you anyway.]

[chiot]

No, y'gotta promise on somefin, y'can't just say it.

Hmmmm...

Promise on the revolution!

[philosophe]

Very well, I promise on the revolution.

[chiot]

Then--yeah, y'can have a look at it.

[philosophe]

Thank you, Gavroche.