Enjolras: So this is the twentieth century, is it? Where man's thoughts are laid out for all to see? This is aggravating. Yet, intriguing. For what better way to rally the people than to have my own thoughts laid out for the public to peruse?

I refuse to believe that France had become a republic. I haven't done any barricade construction since my, *sigh*, failure. So I'm quite certain that the people of my motherland are in peril. Here I am, across the sea. Such is the life of a revolutionary.

In other news, Combeferre has cooties.

Combeferre: Enjolras has cooties! He does! Not me! However, I have a perfume named after me, I do.

Miru-chan: Oi 'ave perfeum noimed ahfter moi, Oi deo!

Combeferre: Shut up. *grumblegrumble* Anyway, I'm amused by this new contraption they call a computer. I typed up my Caesar poem again and again, then erased it, and then typed it again! How very fun!

A closing thought: Enjolras HAS COOOOOOOOOOOOTIES!

Enjolras: You have many cooties, Combeferre, would it hurt you to bathe?

Combeferre: Hmph! Just because I don't bathe three times a day to keep Grantaire germs off me certainly does NOT mean I have cooties!

Enjolras: You don't? He's filthy! At least neither of us bathe every hour on the hour, no matter where we are, like JOLY.

Combeferre: Enjolras, have you noticed that the ONLY person concerned about Grantaire is... you? And I'm sure Joly carries around hand sanitizer too, for use every ten minutes or so.

Enjolras: I am still not convinced with your side of our argument this afternoon. Pinstripes do go nicely with plaid and I think I'll wear them together tomorrow.
And everyone should be concerned about Grantaire, including himself. He needs a haircut, and a shave. And AA. *shudder*

Combeferre: What, are you getting your fashion advice from Prouvaire?

Enjolras: Should I not be? Also, I've been getting it from Seventeen Magazine.
Where are the other Les Amis?

Combeferre: *groan* If you haven't realized, Jehan is not the most... err... how can I say this nicely... HE HAS NO TASTE IN CLOTHING WHATSOEVER.
I prefer Cosmo myself.

Enjolras: Wait a second...

Enjolras: Aren't those magazines women's magazines, Combeferre?

Combeferre: *shifty eyes*

Enjolras: Well, I've been getting them from Marius.

Combeferre: As have I. Wait...

Enjolras: What?

Combeferre: Well, Marius always seemed a little... err....

Enjolras: Yes, I know what you mean...

Enjolras: Maybe I should wash this eyeliner off...

Enjolras: He said it would bring out my eyes, but I was skeptical...

Combeferre: And maybe this blush isn't quite right for me...

Enjolras: Do you still have the shirt he knitted you for Christmas?

Combeferre: The one that's pink and frilly?

Enjolras: Yes, that one.

Enjolras: I have mine too.

Combeferre: Um, well, yes.

Enjolras: You're wearing it now, aren't you??

Combeferre: HOW DID YOU KNOW? *bursts into tears*

Enjolras: Calm down, Combeferre, we are not girls like Marius!

Combeferre: No. You're right. We're not. Uh-oh, my hair is starting to uncurl...

Enjolras: Jehan Prouvaire says the fashionable hairstyle is not washing it.

Enjolras: You heard me, Jehan Prouvaire!!!

Combeferre: I always liked Prouvaire...

Enjolras: Wait, where the heck was he this afternoon?

Combeferre: Where was who on what afternoon?

Enjolras: Where was Prouvaire at the meeting?

Combeferre: ...there was a meeting today?

Enjolras: Yes, you were there.

Combeferre: I was? Must have dozed off...

Combeferre: I mean, no, I would NEVER sleep during one of your... speeches, Enjolras.

Enjolras: Afterwards we argued over the pinstripes.

Enjolras: My speeches are wonderful.

Enjolras: But seriously, Combeferre, Did Marius bring that grisette today?

Combeferre: Did Marius come to the meeting, too?

Enjolras: Yes, he did.

Combeferre: Was he the one poking me awake? Or was that... you...

Enjolras: That was Cosette, actually.

Combeferre: Ahh, Cosette. But if Cosette is a girl, then Marius--

Enjolras: That girl, she has the most idiotic notions. "Can't the barricade be pink? It would be ever so much better to look at then, wouldn't it?"

Combeferre: Personally, I think it should be a nice shade of purple-

Enjolras: I'm nearly certain that it's best not to contemplate him...No! We aren't painting it!!

Combeferre: Awwwwww! *whines* But why nooooooot?

Enjolras: Because it's not about colours!

Enjolras: It's going to be yellow anyway.

Enjolras: We voted this afternoon.

Combeferre: THAT'LL TEACH ME NOT TO SLEEP DURING MEETINGS!

Enjolras: Yes, won't it? Purple would have won if there were one more vote!

Combeferre: But, but, but I'M THE SECOND IN COMMAND!

Enjolras: Too bad, it's a republic.

Enjolras: And furthermore, we had a second vote.

Combeferre: How do you think blond highlights would look on me? Um, I mean-- vive la republique?

Enjolras: Grantaire is now second in command.

Combeferre: WHAT???

Combeferre: BUT... YOU... AND... HE... AND…

Enjolras: Don't worry, I fixed it.

Enjolras: Hey, I was going to get highlights! I mean- Vive France!

Combeferre: Well, at least I can shop in peace at Abercrombie and Fitch, er- um- LONG LIVE THE FUTURE!

Enjolras: Are you a preppie, Combeferre?

Combeferre: Well, you know, they do have some nice dresses there, errrr...

Enjolras: Hmmm...

Enjolras: Combeferre, I shall never understand you.

Combeferre: But Enjolras, I caught you at American Eagle! I did! Don't think nobody saw you!

Enjolras: Marius dragged me there! I swear!

Enjolras: I saw you at the make-up counter in Dayton's!!

Combeferre: I was only trying some green eye shadow; Marius suggested that I put some on!

Enjolras: Ah yes, you looked quite good actually.

Combeferre: Why, thank you.

Enjolras: Did you buy it?

Combeferre: I... Well, I guess I sort of ended up buying it along with a FEW other colors. *looks behind him to stacks and stacks of eye shadow*

Combeferre: I got a nice discount! Apparently Marius has connections.

Enjolras: *nervously counts a drawer of lipsticks*

Enjolras: MARIUS MARIUS MARIUS!

Enjolras: I'm rather tired of him. Let's talk about some one else.

Combeferre: All right.

Enjolras: Do you think R is in love with me, perish the thought?

Combeferre: R? No, no, but possibly Cou- I'm sorry, I was sworn to secrecy...

Enjolras: Please tell me? *coy look*

Combeferre: But he would... he would... he would... *imagines death*

Enjolras: Courfeyrac? The worst he could do would be to tell his mother, and we all know what a load of help that would be, seeing as she's not living and all.

Combeferre: BUT HE FOUND MONTPARNASSE'S KNIFE!

Enjolras: Yes, and he gave it to me.

Combeferre: If- if- if you're sure...

Enjolras: I used it to carve a turkey.

Enjolras: Then it broke. Yes, I'm sure.

Combeferre: Then yes, Courfeyrac, but- but- don't tell him I told you.

Enjolras: *considers pushing Courfeyrac off a cliff* I won't tell him you told me.

Combeferre: But believe me, he'd take the watch any day, if you asked him to!

Enjolras: Should I allow Grantaire in the Cafe anymore?

Combeferre: Why wouldn't you? I mean, he needs to do SOMETHING to keep from being suicidal.

Enjolras: Ah yes, remember my birthday?

Combeferre: All too well.

Enjolras: What did you give me again?

Enjolras: I have to go. Rebel matters.

Combeferre:  Ah, I understand.

Combeferre: Bye, Enjolras!

Enjolras: Bye!