➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[seditiously]

( who chases traces of you )

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[habitually]

Saves on travel time?

[ Truthfully, every time Enjolras uses his mouth to do something other than talk he just thinks about last night and God he was still impressed about how much that exceeded his expectations. Okay. Focus, Grantaire. He gets up to dress his coffee. ]

I’ve got nothing today. [ ....He was getting an A in Philosophy anyway. ] Breakfast, in that case?

[seditiously]

[Enjolras half-rises with him, grabbing his non-coffee carrying wrist to get his attention then giving him quick peck on the lips because, well, he can.]

Breakfast works, let me go get dressed. [Because the long sleeve shirt and pants he had on were clearly just house clothes.] Ah, do you need to borrow a pair of anything or...?

[habitually]

Ah, no, but wait a sec. [ Grantaire pulls the front of Enjolras’ shirt back toward him as he turns away, and kisses him a little longer, smiling through it. Because he can. Still smiling, he sips his lighter-tinged coffee and walks toward the bedroom. ]

Right, all good now. I’ll go get my things on then.