[The retort has no malice to it though, and Grantaire straightens up, vest buttoned again as the girl whispers to Enjolras. In truth, Grantaire isn't used to seeing a smile on the other man's face, no matter how small, and he lifts an eyebrow at it before chuckling at the words.
He skirts around the back of the bench then, resting a knee on the wood and leaving his other foot on the ground- close to the edge, far enough away from Enjolras to fit a small child or two between them.]
If you can tame it, you can braid it. I wish you luck, Mademoiselle.
[It is a rather unruly mop, but Grantaire stays still for her as she shuffles over to grasp at his hair. He keeps his gaze on her, good natured and pleased with the attempt.
Turning his attention to the blond man just past her, Grantaire tries changing the subject, if nothing else then because he's still not confident in his answers to any of the questions that Enjolras might ask.]
no subject
[The retort has no malice to it though, and Grantaire straightens up, vest buttoned again as the girl whispers to Enjolras. In truth, Grantaire isn't used to seeing a smile on the other man's face, no matter how small, and he lifts an eyebrow at it before chuckling at the words.
He skirts around the back of the bench then, resting a knee on the wood and leaving his other foot on the ground- close to the edge, far enough away from Enjolras to fit a small child or two between them.]
If you can tame it, you can braid it. I wish you luck, Mademoiselle.
[It is a rather unruly mop, but Grantaire stays still for her as she shuffles over to grasp at his hair. He keeps his gaze on her, good natured and pleased with the attempt.
Turning his attention to the blond man just past her, Grantaire tries changing the subject, if nothing else then because he's still not confident in his answers to any of the questions that Enjolras might ask.]
What do you make of this place?