[ Grantaire had moved behind Enjolras in order to watch him read the words. He was proud of himself, remembering a poem from long ago. He moved just as suddenly, though, when Enjolras seemed to look straight at him. It was strange to be looked at, even if he wasn't seen.
He kept his distance, then, as Enjolras moved about his morning. Enjolras did seem rather tired; perhaps tomorrow Grantare would force him awake a little later.
That Enjolras kept optimism so early in the morning was enough to make Grantaire rethink that idea. In all his years of being stuck, he had never wished to be alive again. He could not speak, so he made his point by instead flinging the magnet that said nothing on it right to Enjolras's head. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Grantaire found that just as irritating. He simply couldn't understand. He knew Enjolras worked with politics, he'd found that much from the papers that were scattered around the house and the books that were stacked neatly. If Grantaire learned anything from television, it was that politics were still as much of a mess as they had been in his own lifetime.
There was a part of him that did want to understand, though. He shifted through some of the words on the refrigerator until he cleared a space and put a simple, What ? down. Not for repetition, but for examples. ]
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He kept his distance, then, as Enjolras moved about his morning. Enjolras did seem rather tired; perhaps tomorrow Grantare would force him awake a little later.
That Enjolras kept optimism so early in the morning was enough to make Grantaire rethink that idea. In all his years of being stuck, he had never wished to be alive again. He could not speak, so he made his point by instead flinging the magnet that said nothing on it right to Enjolras's head. ]
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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. ]
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There was a part of him that did want to understand, though. He shifted through some of the words on the refrigerator until he cleared a space and put a simple, What ? down. Not for repetition, but for examples. ]