A night in - for Edgar and R

[lafaute]

Now that the weather was warmer Gavroche spent almost as many nights out at his beloved Elephant as he did in the rooms he shared with Grantaire. Some nights he would even stay back at Courfeyrac's (so his friend wouldn't miss him), or with any of the other Amis as the wont took him.

Tonight, however, it was raining. The Elephant was not well-disposed to rain, being made mostly of plaster and boards. He had patched some of the holes crudely, but she would not last forever he knew. And, his patching was not the best for she still leaked.

Gavroche curled up on one of the couches in the flat, Brujon resting at his feet. He had rang for delivery of his dinner, pizza and chicken wings. They were foods Gavroche had grown to love and he had likely ordered far too much.

"Msr Brujon, what would you like to watch tonight?" His pup (though he was barely a pup any longer, near full grown and rather large) whuffled, and from behind him came a hiss that he ignored. "I agree. but which movie?"

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[pylades_drunk]

"Damn; that's exactly what I had in mind," Grantaire laughs at Edgar's race up after him. "I think you might be wasting away in front of my eyes. Are you sure you can last the minute for me to unlock the door?"

He's not cruel enough to taunt Edgar about hunger for long, and he pushes the door open, smiling at Gavroche's call. Glenmeower greets them both with a meow, hopping down to bump his head against Grantaire's legs and wind around them both.

"It looks like I've walked in on a feast," he agrees, shaking out his jacket and hanging it up, coming over to plant himself on the floor beside Gavroche. "What are you watching?"

[humanresource]

"If he doesn't, I'll break the door down," Edgar says, leaning forward toward the door and raising his voice to make sure that the threat is well-advertised. Grinning, he bumps his hip against Grantaire's as the door opens and watches Glenmeower explore them both.

"Gavroche, then," he says to the boy. Edgar gives him a friendly nod and holds out a hand to the dog. "Hullo."

[lafaute]

"They had a deal they said when I rang." He has little real idea about money, even still. Gavroche knows that he has it, and sees no reason to not spend it however he might please. There is always enough left when he needs some.

Brujon is free with his affection, jumping up to bump his head into the proferred hand. Gavroche sighs with affection at this, another sign that his dog is becoming soft as he grows up. He doesn't truly mind, he has no real need for a fierce pup in this place.

"Something called a Nightmare on Elm Street." He is unsure how the movie could be a nightmare of anything. "I think it is supposed to frighten, but it is silly."