"What've you got there?" Bahorel asks with a grin.
'Ferre thought he had been subtle, shifting one of the boxes (a nondescript, unlabeled one, no less) carefully back into the shadows of the closet. Curiosity and his ever-present sense of mischief surged up. What would Combeferre being trying to conceal? The bespectacled member of their group was always so quiet, usually buried in a book, or talking to Enjolras about something serious (and often boring). Certainly not the type Bahorel would imagine having closets full of incriminating secrets.
Or maybe just the sort of person. One way to find out.
Slipping past his bespectacled friend, he makes a grab for the edge of the box.
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Date: 2013-01-11 03:11 am (UTC)'Ferre thought he had been subtle, shifting one of the boxes (a nondescript, unlabeled one, no less) carefully back into the shadows of the closet.
Curiosity and his ever-present sense of mischief surged up. What would Combeferre being trying to conceal? The bespectacled member of their group was always so quiet, usually buried in a book, or talking to Enjolras about something serious (and often boring). Certainly not the type Bahorel would imagine having closets full of incriminating secrets.
Or maybe just the sort of person.
One way to find out.
Slipping past his bespectacled friend, he makes a grab for the edge of the box.