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[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras is not, on the whole, a man with a great deal of appreciation for the beautiful outdoors. He's a city boy, and a man whose interest is mostly occupied by people, and abstract concepts concerning people.

But Milliways is a very enclosed place, and a very boring place, and there's no city to go walking in here. And Enjolras is also a fairly athletic man, who would prefer a lot more exercise than one easily finds around this place.

All of which is to say: he's out for a walk. At the moment, he's just stopped by the stables.

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[pro_patria_mortuus]

Well, duh.

Enjolras snorts slightly. "Javert and I disagree on a great deal."

Understatement!

(Things Javert and Enjolras disagree on include not only his friends but also the value of friendship, political convictions, the value of having political convictions, basic morality, treatment of other humans, and whether Javert ought to be alive and breathing.)

[harryhotspur]

Harry laughs.

"Why, do you indeed!" he cries in mock-surprise. "O, he is a foul worm, I would I had not spoken his name."

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras... is not actually going to disagree with that assessment at all. The man's a sneaking spy, full of petty cruelty when he sees a chance for it; of course he's a foul worm, and of course it's obvious on short acquaintance.

"He is."

He's opening the door into the hallway now, carrying his coat and waistcoat rather than putting them back on. Going out in shirtsleeves is going out half-dressed, but upstairs at his hotel (however peculiar it is) is a grey area, half public space and half private, and anyway coming straight from a workout is like doing physical work; certain proprieties can be relaxed. He won't go downstairs without being properly clad, though.

"But we can speak of other matters -- or part company, if thou hast other business to be about."

[harryhotspur]

Harry, in a similar state, has much more readily embraced the obvious laxity of dress he's seen in Milliways. Though his dress is still distinctly of his own period, he can indeed be seen in the scandalous state of undress that is a mere shirt.

"No business, I," he says. "And if it stands the same with thee, I am ever glad to speak on any matter thou wilt."

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Get ready for more Thinking Through Your Political Opinions 101 over dinner then, Harry!

"Then I'll change my shirt and meet thee downstairs to dine...?"

[harryhotspur]

Hey, it's good for him to be forced to think sometimes!

(And for all that he finds it confusing and slightly frustrating, he finds he can't resist the still-novel and pleasant experience of someone who will actually willingly listen to him talk. Perhaps with time-- and more conversations with Enjolras and Feuilly-- he'll get used to it, but... he hasn't yet.)

"I shall meet thee there."