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[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.