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[The picture presented to the network might be jarring to anyone who knows Grantaire, who would rather drink and keep himself occupied rather than tidy, whether it be with reading or with simply being lost in thought. No, the room around him is orderly, at least more than it usually is, with papers neatly piled and bottles all in one corner, and clothes in one place, all recently washed. Grantaire himself is sitting with his feet up on the table (his pink, scrubbed clean feet), in his newly cleaned dressing gown, positively glowing. Literally, much more than metaphorically, because he has never been this clean in his life. Emotionally, he looks rather like a wet, grumpy cat, with his hair towel-dried and even his teeth brushed.

Well, at least he has his friend the bottle of wine at his disposal, and he's already spilled a drop on his dressing gown.]

Let the entirety of La Tortue know that Bryn Zethir is a horrid woman who will make you tidy up if you let her play at Saint George. It's a shame she's great company otherwise.

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[ One day, petit Gamin, you might understand what a big deal it is for Grantaire to actually get some. For now, he's content to make a face at Gavroche, one that absolutely agrees with his statement. It's almost a sneer. ]

Oui, and I am, be sure never to find yourself in her claws, Gavroche. She'll wash your mouth out with bleach and your hair with creamed vinegar.

[ That sounds absolutely HORRIBLE. Gavroche's wrinkled nose wrinkles evenmore, if possible, and he looks more like a disgusted rabbit than an actual kid. ]

Creamed vinegar? Bleach? She's mad!

Entirely and completely, but you'll find most women are. It's our curse for being so terribly drawn to their charms and tricks of the flesh. Don't you have a mad sister or two or am I making that up?

Yeah, I guess I do. [ It's not something that Gavroche's really thought about too much, though. ] Dunno 'em. Grantaire, y'should come with me, live free! Without no women with creamed vinegar.

[Grantaire laughs at that, drinking down some more wine and letting it continue to dribble down onto his dressing gown.] I've been too greatly spoiled by the comforts of a roof over my head and food in my belly, kid, otherwise I wouldn't hesitate to shake off my shackles and piss in the wind as you do. But you have a roof now yourself, enjoy it.

I do enjoy it. 'cause it's mine an' I won't let some madwoman run in an' ruin it like you did. [ So THERE. He's even sticking his tongue out at you, bro. ]

[He laughs, Gavroche, because not only can he not imagine you living in a domicile of any kind (street urchins will be street urchins after all), but because of how innocent it all sounds. It's endearing.]

You're sure about that, are you? Just you wait until you're old enough to think letting a madwoman ruin it's worth what you're getting in return.

Ugh! That'll never happen to me!

Now that you're dead, no, it very well may not. A shame, truly. Future grisettes and pauvresses will weep for what they're missing.

Even if I was alive, I'd only focus on changin' things, like Enjolras! S'more important than kissing.

Hey now, kissing is pretty damn important, when all is said and done. Where else would we find pleasure if not at the bottom of a bottle and with another in bed, hm? Hear this, Gamin, change is wonderful, but painfully unlikely. Enjoy what you can of your life before we're all dragged down to hell.

If it's so unlikely, why were you at the barricades, then?

Why not? [Because that's a far easier answer than telling a child that he had wanted to die, that there had only been one thing worth living towards, and that it would explode in a burst of light and take him with it.]

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