[ Grantaire could admit that his efforts had begun to weaken. He had never been the driven type and Enjolras clearly had far more dedication than Grantaire could understand. It was now more that there some simply nothing to do but this. He had entertained himself for decades, and now he'd been allowed something new. He certainly did not appreciate being called petulant--irritating someone for joy was definitely not childish.
He tightened his lips so as not to laugh at the way Enjolras's hair stuck up in all directions, and instead started shaking the bed to imitate a large earthquake. ]
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He tightened his lips so as not to laugh at the way Enjolras's hair stuck up in all directions, and instead started shaking the bed to imitate a large earthquake. ]