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[cynisme]

[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.

Comments

[philosophe]

Your mademoiselle may have a different opinion, I would wager.

[cynisme]

To hell with what my mademoiselle thinks, I am my own man.

[philosophe]

And yet you let her do all this to you?

[cynisme]

Well, one voyage down the Nile does not an Egyptian make.

[Have a wink, friend.]

[philosophe]

Indeed. [There's an amused look.] Do inform me, should you aspire to become a pharaoh, hm?

[cynisme]

Only if that means being buried with all my cherished possessions, my wives and my cats. Should I have cats, wives, and cherished possessions. Otherwise the whole idea seems far too much work when I could, alternatively, sit right where I am and scratch my bottom rather aimlessly and be more content.