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[There's a lady in an oversized man's shirt sitting in front of the video, grinning. Twirling her hair around her finger. Occasionally inspecting her own appearance vainly.]

This is certainly not how I expected to wake up today... But it could be fun, couldn't it? I can't possibly imagine another opportunity to see what it's like to be a lady, though I'm certain I'll be positively horrible at it. This answers those "if you were a lady for a day what would you do" questions, doesn't it?

[She lifts her arms above her, stretching while watching the feed still.]

Not a look I'd like to keep, mind you, but I can deal with it for now~

[With a wink and lick of her lips, she leans in and cuts the feed off. Courfeyrac is perhaps a bit too excited to be a lady.]

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[During the event, Courfeyrac's going to be wandering around quite a bit. This is the most he-- she's actually been out and about in a while. And she'll be flirting with anyone she can. Feel free to run into her...

However, for one Marius Pontmercy, he may notice a lady coming out of Courfeyrac's room in nothing but Courfeyrac's top and heading over to the kitchen for breakfast on that first morning.]

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[Marius chokes yet again and turns red... well, yet again.]

Courfeyrac!

Pontmercy. It's a valid point, is it not?Comparatively, trousers don't seem like such a terrible thing, do they?

I suppose so. [Although he looks rather constipated when he admits it.]

And women here wear trousers often, do they not?

[He will not lose this argument, Marius. :| ]

That is... [Well that is true too, so...]

Very well. [Utterly defeated puppyface. 8'(]

[After several moments of having a stare off, she sighs.]

Fine... I will allow you to buy me a skirt if it will make you feel better.

[And just like that Marius's face instantly brightens, as if he's the one who's being bought something—but then again he is the one benefiting from this arrangement.] That is good.

[And he munches on his bread with much self-satisfaction.]

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[Courfeyrac smiles and grabs a piece of fruit for herself.]

You will get it as soon as you're done, won't you? I'd hate to be cooped up here all day.

Yes, of course. [And then he pauses, his face scrunching.] Should I address you as mademoiselle from now onwards, then?

.... That could be fun. But you mustn't feel like you have to. I am still Courfeyrac after all.

[The crease on Marius's forehead deepens. On one hand, Courfeyrac is a lady and should be treated as such, on the other hand, it's Courfeyrac.

Oh no A MORAL CRISIS! Where is M. Fauchelevent dramatically making an entrance to bail him out of it??]

But you are a lady, at present...

That I am. Not a very *good* lady, but still one at that.

[Disapproving stare. B|] Have you no intention of acting like a proper lady at all?

I have every intention to, but I still may be very poor at it.

[Do you? DO YOU??

...Somehow Marius truly believes that, but yes, he does also agree that Courfeyrac is rather bad at this. If Cosette were here she would have known what to say or do, but she isn't, so as clueless as he is he must take charge. Which is why he will be finishing off that bread and heading to the sink to wash his things now.]

In any case, do not leave until I have returned with your more appropriate clothing.

[No, he actually has no intention of it. He's already flashed Enjolras. Nibbling on the fruit, Courfeyrac sighed.]

Yes, dear. I will only leave when I have appropriate clothing.

[And Marius probably believes this, too.]

[Yes. Yes, he does. God knows why he never learns.]

Perhaps I might ask some guidance from Combeferre, as well.

[He says that more to himself, over soaping the dishes, but it's audible enough, anyway.]

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[Courfeyrac smiles and shrugs.]

Perhaps that may be best, yes.

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[A satisfied smile spreads on his face, and he finishes washing the dishes before heading past Courfeyrac.]

I will not take long. Please, mademoiselle. [Wow okay that was very weird, so he frowns and hastily corrects himself.] Courfeyrac. Do not leave until I have returned.

[He pauses for a moment, wondering if he should grab his coat off Courfeyrac's shoulders, but then shrugs the thought away; he will simply have to walk without a coat, then. With a nod, he turns to leave.]

You must not leave without your coat, Pontmercy.

[Smiling, Courfeyrac walks over and takes the coat off to hand to him.]

I have no use for it if I truly am staying until you return.

[Sorry, that leaves her with just the top on again.]

[Marius gulps and tries very, very hard to keep his eyes on Courfeyrac's face and not have it wander anywhere else, because that is simply rude and indecent. And it is also very odd, because he surely would not want to appreciatively glimpse over the body of his actually male friend—

His face turns a deep shade of red and he fixes his gaze to one side, instead.]

K-Keep it.

I have my own coat, ami. Take your own coat, really. I do not need it.

[S/he drapes the coat over Marius' shoulders, smirking a little more, knowing he'd have to look at her sometime in this exchange.]

[His breath hitches when Courfeyrac sets the coat on his shoulders, making as little movement as possible in case he accidentally brushes against her. Him.

His eyes seem to have a different idea, however, and they automatically dart to Courfeyrac's curves for a split second before he forces them back up and Dear God this is so scandalous what would Cosette think of him?! His face is so red by now he looks like he's about to catch fire, and he sputters and takes a couple of hasty steps back.]

I-I have to take my leave now!

[And he is speeding for the door without waiting for a response. (He might have tripped over himself on the way out.) TY for being rude and improper bff!!]

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