Enjolras: Combeferre, you look bored.
Combeferre: Bored? Me? *yawn* Never.
Enjolras: Well, you should be revolting!
Enjolras: And by that I mean disgusting.
Combeferre: You do realize that made no sense.
Enjolras: I'm rather bored myself; I haven't anything to yell about.
Combeferre: So, we're bored.
Enjolras: So of course it didn't make sense.
Enjolras: We could...build a barricade!
Combeferre: Enjolras, you already thought of that plan.
Enjolras: Well, we could pass out flyers and sing!
Combeferre: I have no vocal talent!
Enjolras: Ah, well, you should take lessons with me.
Enjolras: Want to push Courfeyrac off a cliff?
Combeferre: Aww, that'd just be cruel! He likes you so much!
Enjolras: Yes, exactly! That's why he gets pushed off a cliff.
Enjolras: Okay, so I guess that's another idea out.
Combeferre: Guess so.
Enjolras: I don't see you coming up with any ideas.
Combeferre: No, you don't.
Enjolras: Well, you come up with something.
Combeferre: We could all get ourselves shot, except, er, that's what your barricade idea is for... *thinks*
Enjolras: Keep thinking, you're supposed to be the logic.
Enjolras: Um, what's that game R was talking about?
Enjolras: Truth and Ruth?
Enjolras: Truth and Druth?
Combeferre: Dare, Enjolras, dare.
Enjolras: Dare and Ruth?
Combeferre: Aiii.
Enjolras: Truth or dare?
Combeferre: We don't KNOW anybody named Ruth!
Enjolras: Ah, that's the truth.
Enjolras: So how do you play it?
Combeferre: I think you just ask... a question. Or something of the sort.
Enjolras: And don't you get to choose, either a question or a humiliating stunt?
Combeferre: Ahh, indeed.
Combeferre: *coughgettingshotcough*
Enjolras: Okay, question or humiliating stunt?
Combeferre: I guess, er, question.
Enjolras: Are you willing to get shot on my barricade?
Combeferre: Ah- ah- Not, not really...
Combeferre: *shifty eyes*
Enjolras: Aha! I knew it!
Enjolras: Your turn.
Combeferre: What's the truth about you and Grantaire?
Combeferre: No, you have no choice.
Combeferre: At all.
Enjolras: Er, well y'see...
Enjolras: Erm, well...
Enjolras: Can I do a humiliating stunt?
Combeferre: How many humiliating stunts can you do in an empty cafe at midnight?
Enjolras: Heavens to Lamarque, I guess I'll have to answer...
Enjolras: Um, Grantaire is just my friend.
Enjolras: With, er, privileges.
Enjolras: Um, question or humiliating stunt?
Combeferre: Question.
Combeferre: Not much of a CHOICE there!
Enjolras: Okay, do you wear girls' underwear?
Combeferre: I'm sorry, no, I don't... *odd glare* Do you?
Enjolras: Just a question...
Combeferre: All right then.
Combeferre: Do you really believe in this barricade stuff?
Enjolras: *gets teary eyed* Yes, of course I do...
Combeferre: And you're gonna die for it?
Enjolras: *sniff* If I have to, I have to.
Enjolras: Hey! That was two questions!
Combeferre: *shifty eyes*
Combeferre: Was not.
Enjolras: Okay, fine.
Combeferre: *simulates Monty Python* Was not! "Was too!" Was not! Hey, this isn't an argument! "It is!" No it isn't! I came here for a good argument! "No you didn't, you came here for an argument!"
Enjolras: Oh, wait, sorry. Question or humiliating stunt?
Combeferre: Question.
Enjolras: Would you kiss Pontmercy for 1000 Francs?
Combeferre: Guess so. He IS kinda cute, after all. In a girly way.
Enjolras: Ah, and we all know you like the men.
Combeferre: At least I know that there is something OTHER than men, Enjolras!
Enjolras: Well, see...that's not what Viccy meant.
Combeferre: I wouldn't be surprised, knowing you...
Enjolras: Um, my question!
Combeferre: Hey, I asked you two! You have to ask me two!
Enjolras: Fine, fine. Do you like Jehan?
Combeferre: How many times do I have to an- I- err............. *coughuhhyeahcough* SHUT UP.
Combeferre: Do you happen to like any certain members of Les Amis?
Enjolras: No, no I don't.
Enjolras: However...
Combeferre: However?
Enjolras: That shirt is quite becoming on you, Combeferre! There I said it.
Combeferre: Why thank you, Enjolras.
Enjolras: *shifty eyes*
Combeferre: *shifty eyes* ...what?
Enjolras: Nothing...
Enjolras: Your question is...
Combeferre: Nothing WHAT...
Combeferre: My question is nothing WHAT?
Enjolras: No, your question is...
Combeferre: Ahh.
Combeferre: My question.
Combeferre: That one I should answer.
Enjolras: Do you ever drink too much, with... say...Grantaire?
Combeferre: Too much? Not too much, no.
Enjolras: Okay then, as long as we're clear.
Combeferre: However, I must ask now: Nothing what?
Enjolras: YOUR SHIRT IS ACTUALLY QUITE UGLY!!
Enjolras: There, you asked for it.
Combeferre: WHAT?? *runs away crying*
Enjolras: Come back!
Combeferre: I hate you too, Enjolras!
Enjolras: Fine then. I'll leave.
Combeferre: Fine!!!
Enjolras: Okay then!
Combeferre: Go get shot at a barricade! *sobs*
Enjolras: I'm sorry, it had to be said. Have you been getting tips from Prouvaire?
Combeferre: *hmph* Are you implying that I don't even bring my own CLOTHES when I sleep over there? OH CRAP.
Enjolras: Flight and planes!
Enjolras: Are you friends with privileges?
Combeferre: Not QUITE like you and Grantaire. *cough*
Enjolras: Hey! Never discuss that again!
Combeferre: You and R! You and R!
Enjolras: I saw you leave Pontmercy, don't think i didn't!
Combeferre: Pshh, he was bringing me to his house to pick up some of my books that I borrowed to him!
Enjolras: Ahh, if you call that a book...to each his own I suppose.
Combeferre: EXCUSE ME?
Combeferre: I think Marius is cute, but not- not- NOT!!!
Enjolras: That's what you get for mentioning R and me after I told you not to1
Combeferre: I'll shut up! I will!
Enjolras: You'd better, or soon I'll start spreading rumors.
Combeferre: Okay! Okay!
Combeferre: Whose turn was it, now?
Enjolras: Mine. Ask me a question.
Combeferre: How do YOU feel about Pontmercy?
Enjolras: I am personally annoyed by him.
Combeferre: Are you sure?
Enjolras: I am absolutely sure.
Combeferre: Ok-aa-aay.
Enjolras: Don't even, 'Ferre.
Combeferre: I don't know what you mean. *innocent grin*
Enjolras: *punches Ferre in face*
Combeferre: AHH! *runs away crying again*
Enjolras: Haha, you deserved it.
Combeferre: I hate you!
Enjolras: Well, sorry.
Enjolras: *whispers* not.
Combeferre: Go build your barricade yourself!
Enjolras: I need you!
Enjolras: I'm sorry I punched you in the face.
Combeferre: Do not!
Combeferre: You are not!
Enjolras: I am, now!
Combeferre: I don't believe you!!
Enjolras: *cries*
Combeferre: You can't make me feel sorry for you!
Enjolras: I love you Combeferre! Can't you tell?
Combeferre: *sniff sniff* I... I DON'T CARE!
Enjolras: Fine, I'll just go then.
Combeferre: Fine!!
Enjolras: I'm sorry, please forgive me!
Combeferre: You can go see your "friend," Grantaire!
Combeferre: I will not!
Enjolras: I'm sorry, 'Ferre!
Combeferre: I- I guess I accept... your apology.
Enjolras: Yay!
