voice, locked from Grantaire, backdated to Saturdayish

[philosophe]

[Combeferre's voice is quiet; a little resigned, but it won't do to grieve on the network. Certainly not in public.]

Michel Enjolras has left Tu Vishan. His rooms are empty. I must request that those of you who know Grantaire pray do not mention it to him; I am certain he will not take it well, at all, and he is already suffering as it stands. He shall be informed once he is less poorly.

I do not know what happens when one leaves this place, but I wish him well.

Comments

audio;

[philosophe]

I do not know, I have only been here a few months.

Re: audio;

[candystriped]

So, what... you don't take interest unless it's someone you knew?

audio;

[philosophe]

I was not certain it could happen until now. As I said, mademoiselle, I have only been here near three months.

[And if he sounds a little annoyed, it's mostly due to....well, lack of his BFF]

Re: audio;

[candystriped]

Fat lot of help you are, no wonder your friend bailed on you.

[ Stocking no. ]

audio;

[philosophe]

[His voice turns icy, here.]

I do apologise, mademoiselle, for not considering your questions when my dearest friend has returned to his death.

Re: audio;

[candystriped]

Vous n'êtes pas excusé, monsieur. Besides, if he was dead or supposed to be dead, that pretty much makes it my business.

audio;

[philosophe]

Does it? [He doesn't sound quite as interested as he normally would, here, but it's been a long few days.]

Re: audio;

[candystriped]

Mm, remind me to tell you about it sometime when you're not pissing your own misery through a straw.

audio;

[philosophe]

Charming.