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BEACH PARTY

[idealisme]

[The sun is shining, the wind is gentle and warm, the water is clear and sparkling. It's the perfect day to be at the beach.

Not that Enjolras would know, he might be dressed for beach going (not at all minding that the bathing suit he's borrowed is only a pair of shorts) but he's under an umbrella on a towel, reading his book of Wyverian history.



It's a good book, honestly.]

[pluspetitpoete]

[Jehan's swim shorts are covered in a bright floral pattern, to absolutely no one's surprise. It's fantastic, being able to go to the beach. Something he hasn't done since he was a boy, before he moved to Paris.

It is a perfect day to be at the beach, and Jehan is splashing back and forth along the shore where the waves roll in, not getting more than his ankles wet just yet.]

Enjolras! You absolutely have to come out. The water is heavenly!

[idealisme]

[Enjolras actually looks up to take in the scene.] Heavenly? Psh. I'll wait until it's earthly and mundane again.

[To anyone else, that might have been a biting reply (Enjolras has views on the Church) but since it's Jehan, it's said with a kind of fond irritation. He knows what the man meant.]

[pluspetitpoete]

Oh you're ridiculous! Fine then, it's incredibly earthly water. But also cool and delightful.

[idealisme]

[There's a few seconds of silence, then he closes the book with a finger inserted to keep the page.] Cool and delightful? It's the same under this umbrella.

[His tone is pleasant and light, as though challenging his friend to convince him that a sea bathe is worth his while. He has no qualms with it, he just enjoys a good debate.]

[pluspetitpoete]

You're a menace. Water is so much more refreshing than merely sitting in the shade! You'd be actively battling the heat, rather than merely postponing it.

[He kicks about in the surface, before wading in up to his knees] At least come get your feet wet!

[idealisme]

And then what will I have but wet feet?

[But there's a smile stealing across his face. The book wavers in his hand, almost ready to be put down.]

[pluspetitpoete]

Cooler feet, one would hope! [He bounces a little on his toes, looking hopeful]

[idealisme]

[Properly smiling now, he scoffs.] My feet are well content. [But the but is set down and he rises to his feet, dusting sand off himself.]

[pluspetitpoete]

And what of your ankles? Have your feet and ankles reached a democratic consensus that they are both content? Have your knees had a vote as well?

[idealisme]

[Enjolras' huff is almost dismissive, and it would be under any other circumstance. (Knees having a vote? Ridiculous.)] I have not asked them, tyrant that I am.

[It is not difficult for this tyrant to wander down the beach towards the ocean, though he doesn't enter yet. He shades his eyes from the bright sun.]

[pluspetitpoete]

If you don't come in willingly, I will tackle you around the waist and haul you into the water by force. You have been warned. [Though his grin is bright and innocent as ever, he does adjust his stance so as to be ready to haul Enjolras in, if need be.]

[idealisme]

[Enjolras' eyebrows rise up.] By force? Thinking of currying favour with the National Guard by subduing me?

[He doesn't move to enter the water.]

[pluspetitpoete]

Oh no, never them. But Neptune? Perhaps.

ACTION

[idealisme]

[He has spoken to Grantaire and is waiting in their rooms for Jehan to return. The pacing can't be helped. There's too much excitement in Enjolras-

so much that he all but seems to jump on the poet when he enters the room.]

Prouvaire! There you are. I have been waiting to give you some news.