"All right, Jehan. Breathe!" Bahorel said starting to feel panicked. "You're starting to look like how Joly says he feels."
"Notebook...." Jean Prouvaire said, obviously panicked.
Courfeyrac laughed. "Come on, Prouvaire. You know that Marius will return it right back to you. It is just an honest mistake."
"I suppose that is what happened. I just don't want anyone reading it." Jean Prouvaire sighed.
Courfeyrac shrugged. "Then why don't we go and try to catch up with him? He's probably in his room now panicked beyond all reason that his law notes are gone."
Bahorel sniggered. "I like how he wrote 'Corsica' and 'Long live the Emperor' every few pages." Courfeyrac chuckled as Bahorel pointed out two instances of each in the book.
"You shouldn't laugh at him. Notebooks are highly private, personal items." Prouvaire scolded.
"You're just scared senseless as to what his reaction will be when he reads your verse." Bahorel said, standing up in preparation to go.
"So what if I am? I don't let just anybody read what I write. There are some highly personal-"
Bahorel batted his eyes at Jehan. "Verses for your lady love?" He cooed as the three walked down the street.
"Oh lay off, Bahorel." Courfeyrac said. "At least Jehan didn't write 'Ursula' and surround it by little hearts and flow-" Courfeyrac grinned. "Hey, her name is Ursula."
"You're right." Bahorel grinned too. "Now I have more ammunition for Bonaparte boy."
"Well this is where he lives. Ye gods, look at this place." Courfeyrac said wrinkling his nose. "Poor Marius." He turned to look at Jehan who was picking something out of a heap of rubbish. "Whatchya got there?"
"My notebook." Jehan said holding up the dripping book by a corner. He had a strange mixture of horror and hurt on his face.
"What the devil is it doing there?" Bahorel asked handing Prouvaire a handkerchief to wipe it off with.
"Obviously Marius threw it there." Annoyance was beginning to shine in the usual amiable poet's eyes.
"Oh come now." Courfeyrac said in mild defense of Marius, "He could have dropped it by accident, or it could have been stolen from him.... I daresay there might be thieves here in this building. Ugh."
"Maybe you are right, Courfeyrac." Jehan said slowly as he wiped off some slime from his precious notebook.
"Awww, thanks a lot Courfeyrac. I wanted to see Jehan beat the snot out of Marius." Bahorel said hitting Courfeyrac on the back.
Jehan looked amused. "Why would I want to do that?" He laughed at the idea, and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "No harm done, Bahorel. I think I'll take a walk before going home. I need to air out this poor book."
"We'll see you later then, Jehan." Courfeyrac said as he turned to leave. Bahorel followed on his heels muttering something about seeing Marius beat up.
"Poor Bahorel." Prouvaire though. "So violent."
"Notebook...." Jean Prouvaire said, obviously panicked.
Courfeyrac laughed. "Come on, Prouvaire. You know that Marius will return it right back to you. It is just an honest mistake."
"I suppose that is what happened. I just don't want anyone reading it." Jean Prouvaire sighed.
Courfeyrac shrugged. "Then why don't we go and try to catch up with him? He's probably in his room now panicked beyond all reason that his law notes are gone."
Bahorel sniggered. "I like how he wrote 'Corsica' and 'Long live the Emperor' every few pages." Courfeyrac chuckled as Bahorel pointed out two instances of each in the book.
"You shouldn't laugh at him. Notebooks are highly private, personal items." Prouvaire scolded.
"You're just scared senseless as to what his reaction will be when he reads your verse." Bahorel said, standing up in preparation to go.
"So what if I am? I don't let just anybody read what I write. There are some highly personal-"
Bahorel batted his eyes at Jehan. "Verses for your lady love?" He cooed as the three walked down the street.
"Oh lay off, Bahorel." Courfeyrac said. "At least Jehan didn't write 'Ursula' and surround it by little hearts and flow-" Courfeyrac grinned. "Hey, her name is Ursula."
"You're right." Bahorel grinned too. "Now I have more ammunition for Bonaparte boy."
"Well this is where he lives. Ye gods, look at this place." Courfeyrac said wrinkling his nose. "Poor Marius." He turned to look at Jehan who was picking something out of a heap of rubbish. "Whatchya got there?"
"My notebook." Jehan said holding up the dripping book by a corner. He had a strange mixture of horror and hurt on his face.
"What the devil is it doing there?" Bahorel asked handing Prouvaire a handkerchief to wipe it off with.
"Obviously Marius threw it there." Annoyance was beginning to shine in the usual amiable poet's eyes.
"Oh come now." Courfeyrac said in mild defense of Marius, "He could have dropped it by accident, or it could have been stolen from him.... I daresay there might be thieves here in this building. Ugh."
"Maybe you are right, Courfeyrac." Jehan said slowly as he wiped off some slime from his precious notebook.
"Awww, thanks a lot Courfeyrac. I wanted to see Jehan beat the snot out of Marius." Bahorel said hitting Courfeyrac on the back.
Jehan looked amused. "Why would I want to do that?" He laughed at the idea, and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "No harm done, Bahorel. I think I'll take a walk before going home. I need to air out this poor book."
"We'll see you later then, Jehan." Courfeyrac said as he turned to leave. Bahorel followed on his heels muttering something about seeing Marius beat up.
"Poor Bahorel." Prouvaire though. "So violent."