[ Finally Enjolras spared Grantaire half a glance- but it wasn't, by any means, a good one. It was a look of pure 'are you shitting me?' judgement; mildly appalled by such a suggestion as to tie himself down and call that 'safety'.
He really could not believe his ears.
Still, it probably said something that the normally eloquent Enjolras could not find the proper words to retort to such a suggestion, just released a huff of breath that was in no way a noise of agreement. ]
I said no, Grantaire. [ And just to continue to be defiant, he reaches for his recently-opened-already-half-empty-who-knows-what-number-red bull, and takes a long drag from the can, before letting it fall back into the cup holder with a huff. ]
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He really could not believe his ears.
Still, it probably said something that the normally eloquent Enjolras could not find the proper words to retort to such a suggestion, just released a huff of breath that was in no way a noise of agreement. ]
I said no, Grantaire. [ And just to continue to be defiant, he reaches for his recently-opened-already-half-empty-who-knows-what-number-red bull, and takes a long drag from the can, before letting it fall back into the cup holder with a huff. ]