[ Grantaire rolls his eyes as he turns away, then sees him about face. The parting outburst pushes him past the limit and he just laughs as the angel storms off. ]
Asshole. [ He mumbles fondly with a cigarette he pulled from his pocket between his lips. ‘Class can wait,’ he decides he has to digest that conversation first. ]
oh of course it is
Asshole. [ He mumbles fondly with a cigarette he pulled from his pocket between his lips. ‘Class can wait,’ he decides he has to digest that conversation first. ]