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❧Dance ❧With ❧Me?




➷ Pick A Muse
➷ Post a prompt, picture prompt, or set the scene.
➷ Label who you're tagging.
➷ NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE. We can dance until we die, bb.
➷ ...Something like that!

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[vivelavenir]

The blast to the table nonetheless drew out a breath of surprise from Jehan, who stiffened into an almost-respectable posture in his mild alarm. It was rare that he sat with his shoulders straight at all, and his body naturally recoiled from the strain of it, and slowly wound back in on itself in the moment following.

He might have said a lot of things, to such a rebuttal. 'Better the laughter of a fae, than the ire.' 'Better a pile of coats with which to make a fire, than one coat against an endless cold.' 'Better to lose a boot for a sister, then...' ...well, no, perhaps not that. That did sound troublesome, he agreed within his own mind, with a bit of a face.

But his hazy, alcohol-snug mind was whisked away from all of that by the hand suddenly offered to him, which he took hastily, on reflex. There was a pause of a moment before he realized he also might stand, and did so, blinking at Grantaire in a slow, bemused manner.

"...You are eager to lose your boot?" Queried, with a darting look at the door. "Or where are we off to?"

Many left the cafe with company, and often. He was not usually among them.