"Yeah, bringing Grantaire home to a thousand dollar vet bill 'cause his kitten ate a battleship would probably be bad." Courfeyrac sits up slowly and studies the game pieces before carefully, meticulously placing them all back into the box. "And I guess no one needs to spell. We promised not to let him do any drunk blogging, no matter how funny."
Courfeyrac glances over at Bahorel, currently indulging in something other than tequila and looking very deep in thought. "What're you contemplating so deeply? I don't believe you're drunk enough to be getting phiso--philosophical yet. Not when I can still string five-syllable words together."
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Date: 2013-01-13 03:45 am (UTC)Courfeyrac glances over at Bahorel, currently indulging in something other than tequila and looking very deep in thought. "What're you contemplating so deeply? I don't believe you're drunk enough to be getting phiso--philosophical yet. Not when I can still string five-syllable words together."