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One minute Bahorel's in the treetops, working on his ongoing project, and the next he's in Feuilly's room, reading.
And utterly crammed into one of Feuilly's chairs in a ridiculously formal posture. He'd at least expected Feuilly to see the practical side of sprawling--
he realizes that this means we're all back in the same moment his watch (Feuilly's watch) starts to chime.
"Enjolras?--No, just now. Asleep? How--Right, I'll be there."
He's not sure how he's dressed, he's not sure what Feuilly might have been doing-- but he's already out the door and running downstairs to meet Enjolras, with whatever news he has from the other side of the door.
Paris.
And utterly crammed into one of Feuilly's chairs in a ridiculously formal posture. He'd at least expected Feuilly to see the practical side of sprawling--
he realizes that this means we're all back in the same moment his watch (Feuilly's watch) starts to chime.
"Enjolras?--No, just now. Asleep? How--Right, I'll be there."
He's not sure how he's dressed, he's not sure what Feuilly might have been doing-- but he's already out the door and running downstairs to meet Enjolras, with whatever news he has from the other side of the door.
Paris.
