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They Will Come When We Call: Chapter ThreeBahorel threw his fists in the air and let out a loud and irritating screech of victory as Feuilly moaned and put his head in his hands. “I give up, how the hell are you so good at this?”
The boxer grinned wolfishly and twirled his paddle with one hand. “I am the Ping-Pong king. Anyone else wanna give it a go?”
Bossuet stood up from where he was sitting with his roommates, gently pulling Musichetta from his lap and making his way to the table. The girl and Joly both began to cheer on their friend as he snatched the other paddle from a relieved looking Feuilly. “If only to shut you up, ‘my liege’.”
“En guard, ‘peasant’.”
Ignoring them, Jehan made his way through the group and sat next to Musichetta; the woman smiling knowingly and putting an arm around his shoulders. “Alright, little man. What’s wrong?”
The poet scowled and slumped in his seat. “Courfeyrac’s got his girlfriend over at t
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“Enjolras. Enjolras, come on, wake up!”
The young man groaned and buried his head into his pillow, trying to block out his roommate’s voice. Combeferre smiled at the mass of golden curls that stuck out at odd angles as he shook his best friend’s shoulder. “Come on ‘Jol. It’s almost noon, I think that’s enough sleep for today, alright?”
Mumbling under his breath, Enjolras sat up and yawned. “I was up late drafting a letter.”
“I know. A thrilling way to spend Christmas Eve.”
The activist groaned again as he slunk out of bed. “A commercialized, objectified holiday to promote the desire of more and make large corporations-”
Combeferre shut him with a cup of coffee. “No. Absolutely not. Not today; today we are not talking
They Will Come When We Call: Chapter TwoEnjolras rolled over in his bed and blinked dazedly up at the ceiling before casting a look at the clock on his bedside table. It was only six thirty on a Saturday morning but already his phone was buzzing. The activist grabbed at it and scowled down at the text.
Hey. With Bahorel @ ER. Long story.
Jehan didnt come home last night.
Call 4 me?
Enjolras groaned and sat up, already punching the number in as he warred between irritation at his friends in general and concern for one in particular. When the poet didn’t pick up, the blond typed out a text and hoped he just couldn’t hear the phone or-
Hi. Srry bout this. Forgot to call
‘Rac. I’m fine, staying over @ a friend’s.
The man sighed in relief and typed back.
I’ll let your idiot roommates know.
Did you get any sleep last night?
Almost immediately Enjolras felt guilty for the abrupt response and continued with:
Until some idiot woke me up an
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