the awkwardest slumber party

[clayforthedevil]

Bahorel half-kicks the door to his rooms open, and saunters in as well as he can with one arm attached to someone he actually doesn't want to slam into a wall (which is pretty well, really. Bahorel's had a good deal of practice being handcuffed. Some of it his friends even know about!)

With his free hand he waves around the rooms in general invitation, without specifying anything-- everyone whose opinion about this counts already knows where everything is, and that it's theirs to use if they want-- and steps aside to let everyone through.

And to let himself see the spy's reaction at the general dramatic decorating choices of prints and scattered oddities and bones and flowers, some framed directly by the door.

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[vive_lavenir]

Jehan, disregarding Javert's half-voiced question, leans forward eagerly as the questions start.

"Manila," he says, in response to a question, and beams when he's revealed to be right. This is the future they all fought for: young, inquisitive, enthusiastic minds, learning freely and joyfully, with no fear crushing them. And in Milliways, they have the immense privilege of participating in it.

He frowns, and concentrates when the second phase starts, and they're playing the memory game where they have to find the loot, the warrant, and Carmen's henchman in order. "Not that square," he mutters, as the child guesses, "the loot is over there."

[merryeccentricities]

With a bit of complicated maneuvering, Joly's managed to keep his cuffed hand mostly free, hanging over Bossuet's chest while he sleeps--and Bossuet can sleep through nearly anything, even , apparently, very enthusiastic geography.

Which means there's a free human hand and most of a lap right now; apparently an intolerable state to Marguerite, who jumps up and loudly demands attention--only to jump down after exactly five headpats and walk out of the room.

Joly's beginning to wonder if he should apologize for giving offense when she comes back in, walking very proudly, with Meta and Tarsal following after her.

"Oh, how clever!" Joly tells them all, and holds out a hand to his own cats--only to see them go, with the persistence of their kind, to the people in the room who surely least want to notice them at all.

[pro_patria_mortuus]

...There's a cat on his lap.

There are two cats on his lap. Despite the fact that they only barely fit at once; that can't be comfortable, can it? Who knows. Enjolras regards them with faint perplexity.

One of them starts to vibrate a purr against his knee. The other one is too busy butting its head against his cuffed hand.

Enjolras turns the perplexed look on Joly -- Joly, what are your cats' thought processes, and also why? -- and then goes back to watching the show.

[vive_lavenir]

Marguerite looks at Enjolras speculatively.

"I don't think that's a good idea," says Jehan to her. "He already seems bemused by two cats."

This is apparently not a deterrent. Marguerite gives Jehan's hand a quick nuzzle before fluffing out her fur determinedly and marching over to Enjolras.