//So I’m here. Alive. Not dead. I’m gonna jump in my drafts and see what comes out of that.
//Welp I’ve lost three followers since I’ve last been here. I’m not dead and gone I promise. Just overwhelmed with school and life.
// So school is kicking my ass a little more than I thought it would. So I am going to go on a little bit of a hiatus. I’ll come around as often as I can, but I can’t guarantee it will be all that much. If anyone wants me, I will be over on my personal blog whining about school.
// So school is kicking my ass a little more than I thought it would. So I am going to go on a little bit of a hiatus. I’ll come around as often as I can, but I can’t guarantee it will be all that much. If anyone wants me, I will be over on my personal blog whining about school.
Combeferre raised an eyebrow, Bailey had been with him at the Musain for most of the day, ”Oh did you? Why don’t you tell me about them? What’s their name?”
“Umm red.” She smiled pulling out a white dress with red blazer to match his. “Look familiar?” She asked sweetly handing it to her daddies before pulling her shirt off. “It’s okay Enj. I trust you so I will change.”
Enjolras smiled, it was almost an exact replica of his favorite red jacket, he wondered if any of his friends still had the jacket. He found a red hair-tie, handing it to the young girl when she was done dressing.
more reasons to like gavroche:
- he tipped over a wine-cart with bahorel at the barricade
- he stole a pushcart from a passed-out drunk
- (and he has experience in this)
- and then proceeded to run it through the streets singing a ditty
- and rammed a couple of national guards with it
- he sings dirty songs
- he demanded a musket (which is a huge ass gun) instead of a pistol
- he rescued a pair of boys
- he recognized montparnasse on sight and held a friendly convo with him ( a known killer)
- i have no clue why you’d not like him
