Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables or any of the characters.
Grantaire walked into Café Musain a little late, when he was supposed to be there at 8:30pm for Les Amis's daily gossip meeting after classes. He arrived at 8:45pm.
"Grant, what's up with you? You changed your class schedule so you get out earlier, but you arrive late every night! How are we supposed to gossip when one of our members is missing? What were you doing anyway?" Enjolras asked. He stood with his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side.
"Sorry, I fell asleep!" Grantaire answered, placing his backpack on his usual chair.
"And we assume you fell asleep every night for the past week?" Joly chimed in. Grantaire rolled his eyes.
"Let's just gossip now" Marius said, not wanting to cause any more trouble. Enjolras sat down and took out his gossip notebook, where he writes all of his juicy stories on all the drama around Paris.
"No, this is ridiculous! I want to know what is going on!" Courfeyrac said.
"UGH! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Grantaire yelled as he ran out of the Café.
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Grantaire slammed the door to his large apartment and crashed onto his couch. He knew Les Amis would be curious about what he does with all of the new free time he has on his hands.
"They can't find out!" he yelled. He let out a whine. The kind of whine you do when you step in do shit.
"If they find out my secret, I'll be made fun of forever!" He began to weep. "I vow! I will never tell!"
