[ Enjolras had closed his eyes in the process of drinking from his milk carton, and so was caught off guard by the word that tapped him in the forehead, before falling to the floor once more. He grunted a little, before setting down the carton, and reaching to bend over, and collect the word off the floor. Upon reading it, the roll of his eyes was obvious. ]

I suppose it goes without saying that I fully and heartily disagree. Why would I want to wake up every morning if there weren't dozens of things that I enjoy waking up too? [ There was a tiny, wry curl to the corner of his lips. Almost a smile, though not quite. Smiles he made or spared for other's so rarely, so it was no surprise that this was the closest he came. ]