tushanshu | Verse 03 -- Video

[It is not a happy Jean Prouvaire who greets the world today.

Those who don't know Jehan might be able to tell that something's off. He almost looks sick, but not quite, and his clothes are in disarray. Those who do know Jehan?

They can tell right away that something is terribly wrong with the Romantic poet. He hasn't been out of his house in a few days--he hasn't left his house much at all since a few days before the snow day, actually, but in the last few days he's been a total recluse--and hasn't been seen on the network since Courfeyrac's last post. He's not looking at the feed like he normally does, his hands seem to be shaking a little, and he just seems off. Sleep has clearly been eluding the poet, too.

It takes a few minutes before he speaks. When he does, his voice is lacking his usual emotion. Still gentle, Jehan could never be anything but, but it's a bit flat]

I...I was wondering if someone...

[He bites his lip before trying again]

A-a flute. Does anyone know where I might--

[Another pause, this one longer. Jehan closes his eyes and shakes his head, reaching up to turn the feed off]

No, never mind.

[Just before he cuts the feed, the sounds of him starting to cry can be heard]

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Ain't nuffin' difficult t'get for me. So if you wanna, say the word, huh? [ Promise him? ]

As long as you can promise not to get arrested over it. Yes?

I'm never gonna get arrested, swear it.

Then I will ask you if I want something I cannot obtain myself.

[ Gavroche doesn't say anything for a while. Instead, he lets his tap-tap-tapping on the windowsill do enough speaking for him. His gaze doesn't leave Jehan's--not for long. It flicks about the house, and then focuses squarely on his friend. ]

Jehan. Y'know if you're sick, there's gonna be a doctor or summat that can tell you why? So's maybe... [ He shrugs, and Gavroche's gaze finally drops. ]

If'n your not yourself for too long, I mean.

[What on Earth did Jehan do to deserve such amazing friends?

And Marius, when he's not being a tit. Jehan smiles softly and claps a hand on Gavroche's shoulder. He's not sure how the boy would handle an embrace.]

I've spoken with Combeferre, recently. He's offered to help, should I not recover on my own.

[ Gavroche nods. He only sort of understands it--Jehan hasn't been that descriptive and Gavroche only has half an idea--but the hand on his shoulder causes him to look over at the hand and wonder if it sometimes shook, just on it's own, like his did sometimes when he thought about the gunfire.

Instead, he nods a second time and continues: ]

I like it better when yer talkin' about poetry.

So do I, gamin. Would you like something to eat while you're here?

[The least he could do]

Hmmm. Will makin' it make y'feel better? [ But he nods, anyway. Yes feed the gamin, please. ]

[Jehan smiles and heads to his kitchen]

Food improves everyone's mood.

Gimmie whatcha got! [ Hells to the yes! He's bouncing a little, almost vibrating with excited energy. ]

I mean--if you want. [ But you offered, and free food is the best food. ]

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