[ He hangs up without even giving Enjolras a chance to respond, and then kind of just stands there staring blankly into space for a while as his mind tries to process what just happened.
Enjolras likes him. Likes him.
He looks down at himself, as always his clothes are stained with paint and food and wine... this won't do. Rummaging around he manages to find clothes that at least look clean, though he honestly don't know how long they've been in that pile on the floor.
After that all he can really do is drag a hand through his messy curls, say a prayer to a God he stopped believing in a long time ago and head off to see Enjolras. ]
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[ He may or may not be panicking right now. ]
See you soon.
[ He hangs up without even giving Enjolras a chance to respond, and then kind of just stands there staring blankly into space for a while as his mind tries to process what just happened.
Enjolras likes him. Likes him.
He looks down at himself, as always his clothes are stained with paint and food and wine... this won't do. Rummaging around he manages to find clothes that at least look clean, though he honestly don't know how long they've been in that pile on the floor.
After that all he can really do is drag a hand through his messy curls, say a prayer to a God he stopped believing in a long time ago and head off to see Enjolras. ]