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[ Enjolras groaned when his bed began to shake, but stubbornly continued to keep his head hidden away beneath his pillow. There was no going back to sleep, not like this- but he could not allow this interloper to think he had won, either. ]

You know, there are a lot of people who pay good money for vibrating beds. [ He muttered it to the seemingly empty room from beneath the sanctuary of his pillow, grumbling as a particularly turbulent rock had him rolling to sprawl on his stomach, one foot bracing against the wall so as to keep himself from knocking into it. ]

Edited 2014-01-20 08:14 (UTC)

[ Grantaire was not used to people talking to him, at least not without being strange about it. Enjolras spoke to him like a person and not some malevolent spirit--which he told himself was rather stupid, since by now he was more the latter than the former.

He stopped the quaking and considered the pillow on Enjolras's face. He could, in theory, force it down until he lost his breath. The thought occurred to him and passed just as quickly, and instead he grabbed onto the pillow in an attempt to toss is across the room, or simply see whose strength could win out. ]

[ Enjolras instinctively tightened his grip on his pillow as soon as he'd felt it start to shift, his foot drawing away from the bed in favour of pulling up his knees, and rolling back onto his side. ]

It's too early. [ He (did not) whined, clinging to the pillow and willing to put up a fight for it. Why, at this point, was still a little beyond him- as he was fighting with some strange entity that he himself had called petulant, but was now being just as childish in the way he was trying to cling to his pillow. ]

[ No one had ever fought like this with him before. There were other methods people had used to get him to leave the house, but it was impossible to separate them. Of course, no one had ever physically resisted him before.

He gave up and huffed, something that caused the windows to form ice. After a few moments of peace for Enjolras, his alarm started to go off. It was definitely not the time he'd set it for, but Grantaire thought it was a good trick. ]

[ For a few long moments, Enjolras enjoyed the chilly peace of having won. A smug smirk curled at the corners of his lips, and he closed his eyes to drop off to doze once more. Not for long, it seemed, as his alarm began to blare and no matter how he might have wished to refuse it, he had to roll off of his bed to shut it off. Because Enjolras was the sort of person that if he did not have to make some sort of physical effort to reach his alarm clock, he would hit snooze, and wouldn't get up.

When he staggered out of bed to the alarm clock, he squinted at the blaring red letters, before groaning, and squinting around his room. ]

That is a foul trick. [ He muttered, shutting off the alarm and yawning, stretching where he stood, arms reaching over his head and back bowing in a slight arc, before carding his fingers through his hair and slumping his shoulders a little with a groan. ]

Fine, you win. [ He mumbled, before shaking his head and moving to pad out of the bedroom, and into the kitchen. ] At the very least you could've put coffee on.

[ Grantaire had a smirk of his own on his lips when Enjolras admitted defeat. Once Enjolras left the room, though, he realized there was nothing more for him to do in the bedroom. Really, he'd gained nothing from the victory. Instead he followed Enjolras into the kitchen.

He wasn't sure why Enjolras was, presumably, joking with him. It was almost nice, he felt, but that was ridiculous. He was no longer human. To show that, he pointed a spatula in the direction of the refrigerator to highlight the words there. ]

[ Barefoot, Enjolras padded over to the fridge. Not because he'd been directed- no, but because it held his second favourite beverage next to coffee. Tired as he was, he had to lean in towards the fridge to properly make out the small font upon the fridge magnets, his vision still fuzzy with fought for (and interrupted) sleep. He mumbled the words aloud as he read them, before casting a glance over his shoulder into the vicinity he thought 'R' might be.

He had no idea, really. But he glanced, all the same. ]

That's what you woke me up for? [ He asked irritably, unable to stifle his yawn as he groaned, forehead listing to bump into the fridge as his eyes drooped once more. He looked almost as though he could have fallen back asleep just like that, listing against the fridge with his eyes closed. But he sighed, leaning back and away to haul the fridge door open, reaching for the carton of milk and bringing it up to his lips, taking several large gulps before sighing, and moving to sit at the kitchen table, carton still grasped in hand. ] It's rather... morbid for breakfast conversation. And it overlooks the fact that there are plenty of good things to look forward to in life, as well.

[ He waved his carton of milk into the empty air, as if to emphasize his point, before bringing it back to his lips to drink a little more. Who needed cups, anyway? ]

[ 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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