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[logomachist]

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[epiny]

We?

You and the others?

[You're giving her a great excuse to come lurk around. This is a bad decision.]

[logomachist]

[Feeding people is rarely a bad decision.]

It's close by where we usually meet, you know?

[epiny]

Musain's food isn't that bad.

[She's eaten off of all of their plates, refusing to let them pay for her to eat something. She didn't care about the meetings at all. She was really just there to look at Marius. And somehow that had turned into things like this. Or things like drinking with Grantaire or giggling with Bossuet.]

[logomachist]

No. But they like to stretch their legs.

[Besides, it was good to keep talking out in the real world. It was good to be overheard now and then by someone other than each other--if, perhaps, only questionably good to get into sharp arguments with people other than Grantaire. The dark-haired man seemed oddly willing to keep coming back in spite of himself.]

We go up and down the street, sometimes.

[epiny]

[Same reason that Eponine hung around Marius, that's why Grantaire was always there. Honestly, she thought he was pretty open about it.]

Gotcha.

[She nods, shoving more fries into her mouth.] Can we take some of this home?

[She may as well, now that she's taking advantage of him, take full advantage of him.

Like father, like daughter.]

[logomachist]

[Alas, men like Enjolras and Marius could rarely see the open and obvious in this regard.

Enjolras could, at least, see where being 'taken advantage of' might end with more food in bellies than charity.] If you like.

[epiny]

[A cheer rings out from the two youngest Thénardiers.]

That's a yes, we'd like, then.

[logomachist]

Go on, then. [The rest of his own sandwich is popped into his mouth as he begins patting for his wallet.] Get a cookie for the road, if you want.

[He likely will, if only to smooth that along.]

[epiny]

Don't mind if we do. [They get their orders of cookies in and a few takeaway boxes. Eponine starts piling in everything she can, including but not limited to sugar packets, napkins, and silverware, into the styrofoam. Her siblings know to do the same, and it's done casually.]

Hey- this meal- it's not gonna mess up your money situation, is it? Like- you've really got enough to do this? Or do you just really want to know if we kissed that bad.

[logomachist]

[--oh. Right. That's why they're theoretically here. Huh.]

It's really fine. Honestly.

[epiny]

[Did you get caught up in the good times? Or gathering information that will then later be sprung upon Eponine and used against her? Because she would not be surprised in the least.]

You did. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to say we kissed.

[She grins] With tongue.

[logomachist]

With--?

[It isn't so much that he's embarrassed. It's a much more complex emotion than that; nervous and fretful as much as anything.]

I'm so-- sorry, Eponine.

[epiny]

[Eponine looks at him blankly.]

...Why?

[logomachist]

Because I can't imagine you wanted me to.

[In fairness to himself, even intoxicated he had most likely rambled at length about the importance of bodily integrity and consent between individuals. Fairness to himself after a night of being completely obliterated isn't really on tap.

Then again, she had said 'we kissed.' Not 'you kissed me.' That's... confusing.]

[epiny]

[Eponine raises an eyebrow.]

Dude- chill. It was a quick make-out. No big deal.

[Yes, he had gone on a long rant about this and that, but Eponine had wandered away in the middle of it.]

[logomachist]

["Chill" isn't a thing Enjolras does. Or has. Or is adjacent to at all.]

--no?

[They had tongues in each other's mouth. That seems to qualify for 'big deal' status.]

[epiny]

...is it a big deal to you?

[she's learning]

[logomachist]

It's...

[It isn't, in the long run. It's a tiny snippet of nothing that the other party involved already doesn't care to think about, no more than a blip he'll forget about by this time next week.

And yet.] It's not something I-- do.

[Like drinking. Like drinking to excess. Like not remembering the entirety of the previous night.]

[epiny]

[Yeah, so it's super not a big deal at all.]

You were really drunk last night, so don't worry about it. [Alcohol excused everything, right?]

You don't have to apologize.

[logomachist]

[Alcohol definitely excuses nothing.

But... he'll get used to this. Maybe. Later.]

If you're sure.

[epiny]

Yeah.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Are you sure?

[logomachist]

...yeah.

[He'll get used to it. Or, more accurately, he'll bury himself under a pile of work and slowly forget about the whole thing.]

Let's... not, though. While we're-- hm.

[epiny]

[Eponine raises an eyebrow. Oh, not in front of the kids.]

They've heard it all before. But alright. If you say so.

[logomachist]

While intoxicated, I mean.

[All of this would have been easier to sort through if he could remember it.]

[epiny]

I wasn't hoping for a repeat performance. You're not that cute.