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Oh my God, I have the first post here! :D Well, first log!post, anyway.
So, Enjolras and Grantaire got to talking. It, of course, ended up in violence. So here's a log of it. :D
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Grantaire> *drunk in a corner*
Enjolras> *is --probably dangling a cravat in front of Florellekitty's nose*
Grantaire> Aren't you domestic?
Enjolras> *glances up and frowns* Merely attempting to avoid being chewed on.
Grantaire> Oh, right. Of course.
Enjolras> Kittens have sharp teeth.
Grantaire> As does their owner.
Enjolras> *eyebrow raise* I suppose.
Grantaire> *not bitter, what*
Grantaire> At least hers.
Enjolras> *has no idea -why- he's bitter :D -- 'Ferre didn't tell him -everything-*
Grantaire> You're happy, then?
Enjolras> Is there any reason I should not be?
Grantaire> *scowls*
Enjolras> What, have you run out of wine?
Grantaire> Don't strain yourself caring about me. It might damage something.
Enjolras> What are you talking about?
Grantaire> Nothing.
Enjolras> As usual, then.
Grantaire> You needn't worry. The drunk will speak no more.
Enjolras> I suppose I should be gratified, though you are hardly being as irritating as you can be.
Grantaire> *just looks at him* I would tear my heart out, if it would please you. It's of no use to me now.
Enjolras> It is of no use to any of us. Death tends to do that.
Grantaire> *is going to hit him, yes*
Enjolras> *raises an eyebrow*
Grantaire> ... I wish him joy of you.
Enjolras> ....*blinks* Tell that to him, then.
Grantaire> ... you don't understand at all, do you?
Enjolras> *gives him an exasperated look* What am I meant to understand?
Grantaire> I loved you.
Enjolras> *raises an eyebrow* Somehow, I don't believe that.
Grantaire> Of course not.
Enjolras> It would seem the only thing you've ever loved is your bottle.
Grantaire> What would you know of me? You've never bothered to ask.
Enjolras> I wonder why that would be, then?
Grantaire> You've a carbine up your ass?
Enjolras> *look, it's time for one of those Looks* Don't be vulgar.
Grantaire> Damn you, anyway.
Enjolras> It would seem I've already been damned, seeing as I'm in your company.
Grantaire> *lets out a frustrated cry and hits him again, then stalks out*+
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So, Enjolras and Grantaire got to talking. It, of course, ended up in violence. So here's a log of it. :D
* Grantaire has joined #dm-deadfrenchboys
Grantaire> *drunk in a corner*
Enjolras> *is --probably dangling a cravat in front of Florellekitty's nose*
Grantaire> Aren't you domestic?
Enjolras> *glances up and frowns* Merely attempting to avoid being chewed on.
Grantaire> Oh, right. Of course.
Enjolras> Kittens have sharp teeth.
Grantaire> As does their owner.
Enjolras> *eyebrow raise* I suppose.
Grantaire> *not bitter, what*
Grantaire> At least hers.
Enjolras> *has no idea -why- he's bitter :D -- 'Ferre didn't tell him -everything-*
Grantaire> You're happy, then?
Enjolras> Is there any reason I should not be?
Grantaire> *scowls*
Enjolras> What, have you run out of wine?
Grantaire> Don't strain yourself caring about me. It might damage something.
Enjolras> What are you talking about?
Grantaire> Nothing.
Enjolras> As usual, then.
Grantaire> You needn't worry. The drunk will speak no more.
Enjolras> I suppose I should be gratified, though you are hardly being as irritating as you can be.
Grantaire> *just looks at him* I would tear my heart out, if it would please you. It's of no use to me now.
Enjolras> It is of no use to any of us. Death tends to do that.
Grantaire> *is going to hit him, yes*
Enjolras> *raises an eyebrow*
Grantaire> ... I wish him joy of you.
Enjolras> ....*blinks* Tell that to him, then.
Grantaire> ... you don't understand at all, do you?
Enjolras> *gives him an exasperated look* What am I meant to understand?
Grantaire> I loved you.
Enjolras> *raises an eyebrow* Somehow, I don't believe that.
Grantaire> Of course not.
Enjolras> It would seem the only thing you've ever loved is your bottle.
Grantaire> What would you know of me? You've never bothered to ask.
Enjolras> I wonder why that would be, then?
Grantaire> You've a carbine up your ass?
Enjolras> *look, it's time for one of those Looks* Don't be vulgar.
Grantaire> Damn you, anyway.
Enjolras> It would seem I've already been damned, seeing as I'm in your company.
Grantaire> *lets out a frustrated cry and hits him again, then stalks out*+
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