*yawns*

Good morning world. I was up last night to commemorate Javert's fatal plunge into the river Siene, boo hoo, boo hoo. I have two Javerts, sort of, who live with me... 'Snookums' (i have no idea what number he is... s'pose he ought to be Snookums II, or jr, or something, since he's not /the/ Snookums Javert... Maybe Snookums Michel), and Martin.

Martin is also Martin Enjolras. Oops.

Last night was very odd. Andre nearly got himself killed, stealing a smooch from Alexander Courfeyrac, but he argues that /now/ the boy might leave him alone!

E. just thinks that next time, he'll bring Bahorel, and a 10 foot pole.

Where /is/ Feuilly when you need him...?

Andre also says it was quite worth getting killed. *sighs* Hopeless boy!!! Please find someone who will /requite/ you, merci...

Beggars can't be choosers, after all.

And also. Cosette and Fred-the-Enjolraic-Ghost decided to build a barricade in Sophia's bedroom last night, to the detriment of myself, Sophia, and Eponine.

ye-eesh.

They won.

And I went out with a headache, and a whimper. :)

<<agé chose>>

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