evayna: (fic writing thing) Grantaire had a tendency to sprawl across his chair and onto the floor like drizzle on a cake, so it was just a matter of time before someone tripped over him.
Grantaire had never seen Enjolras do something as human and normal as fall over (he was, however, absolutely alone in that) so he just snorted and stayed where he was. Enjolras afforded him no more than a dirty look. Bossuet poked him with his foot.
“My guests are leaving their unwanted items on the floor again, I see,” Madame Hucheloup said. She had a broom in her hand, and she made a gesture as if she was going to place it squarely on his face.
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