"Enjolras usually wins at Risk, actually," Combeferre muttered, disentangling himself. "Which is fair, I suppose, since I usually beat him at Chess." No need to point out who wins trivial pursuit. "There's Monopoly. And Life, and Battleship, and--huh, I forgot I had this much. Maybe I should've had you help me clean out my closet the other night, Courfeyrac,"
He shoved the board games together into a pile to be sorted--eventually, anyway, and separated out the stuff that wasn't board games.
A box that had fallen open. Oh. Crap. Would they be suspicious if he tried to hide this one ... good god, what was he thinking, Bahorel and Courfeyrac and Bossuet were not Enjolras, they'd definitely not ignore this one. So he tried to discreetly shove it back in the closet before the others poked through his collection, a collection he never bragged about or talked about.
He could've sworn he'd left the porn under his bed. Dammit. Maybe this was the stuff that had gone missing.
"Well, I suppose we have an even bigger collection of games to play than I thought." Maybe if he just ... shoved it back into the closet and distracted them, they wouldn't look in the box. Right?
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He shoved the board games together into a pile to be sorted--eventually, anyway, and separated out the stuff that wasn't board games.
A box that had fallen open. Oh. Crap. Would they be suspicious if he tried to hide this one ... good god, what was he thinking, Bahorel and Courfeyrac and Bossuet were not Enjolras, they'd definitely not ignore this one. So he tried to discreetly shove it back in the closet before the others poked through his collection, a collection he never bragged about or talked about.
He could've sworn he'd left the porn under his bed. Dammit. Maybe this was the stuff that had gone missing.
"Well, I suppose we have an even bigger collection of games to play than I thought." Maybe if he just ... shoved it back into the closet and distracted them, they wouldn't look in the box. Right?