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[lecentre]

[This is a far more serious and somber looking Courfeyrac than what the network has seen of him lately. Still, with everything going on, he just can't leave this without comment. He's in his room in the Wood sector, but there are things around that don't quite fit in with his sense of decor.]

With much of what's going on, with what happened to the Emperor and everything, there's bound to be confusion everywhere... however, for those of you that knew-- know him...

It would appear that Jehan Prouvaire has left the turtle-- I stopped by yesterday to check on him and he was no longer there. There were gifts in his apartment that I will distribute for Christmas...

[He forces a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and lets out a dry laugh.]

There's not much good news around here lately, is there?

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[fliesonfour]

Has left...?

[He is still rather new to all of this, and the concept of 'departing' had been very briefly covered to him in the context of Grantaire, however...]

That you are unusually dour makes me unable to doubt you, certainly, but-- are you certain of it?

[Men had been known to take a walk about, after all! Might that not be all of it?]

Quite certain?

[lecentre]

[A short nod.]

Quite certain... He was on bed rest still with his cold... and I remained at his apartment through the night hoping he would return.

[fliesonfour]

Well! Well.

[That... that was terrible, really. And it made him indelibly nervous.

Still, taking a breath, he found a weak smile.]

We shall have to toast to him. And you! You shall need some fresh air, away from those rooms.

[The gone may be gone, but the air of illness could still linger... not something he wished to lose a second friend to, thank you.]

[lecentre]

[He matched that very small smile with one of his own.]

A toast sounds of the perfect way to see him through.