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There are a few exercise rooms scattered about Milliways, of various sorts and various levels of formal construction. A room with weights and a punching bag; a room with mirrors and a barre and strict signs about which shoes one is permitted to wear; a room with fewer mirrors, a closet full of various kinds of padding, another closet with practice implements like rods of wood and bamboo, a wood floor, mats of strange blue plastic to unfold or ignore.

It's in the last of these that Enjolras and Bahorel have been recently engaged in vigorous (and friendly) attempts to pummel each other.

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Enjolras watches Bahorel fling his glass away; watches him watch the fire, and gives him his space for frustration. Enjolras may not express his own feelings in the same terms, but some sentiments they share, in their own ways: Bahorel fuels himself with a fire that flares at any provocation, and Enjolras reserves the fire of his soul to release it rarely and with the greatest heat. Still.

His voice holds a certain degree of both affection and dry amusement when he says, "Did you not?"

He has no objection to anything Bahorel said or did in the breaking of this news.

(He also doesn't yet realize some of what Bahorel was glossing over with that talk of a great deal of description of appearances and the like. But if he did, it wouldn't convince him that Bahorel hadn't approached the matter with rare and perhaps unnecessary discretion.)

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Bahorel shakes his head. "I don't know- he took the news very oddly. But then he was concerned for Grantaire, I think. Monsieur Hugo doesn't flatter us all equally." He shrugs. "At any rate-- Bossuet knows, which is to say, Joly knows; and Bossuet is telling Grantaire. I've spoken to Combeferre earlier today. I can tell Courfeyrac and Feuilly, or you can, if you want." It's not even a question that they need to know.

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"I don't mind, though you're the one who's read it. Whoever speaks to them first, I suppose."

They'll all have plenty of cause to discuss the book and the concerns it raises with each other, based on this conversation.

The mention of Grantaire gets a curious look, but Enjolras doesn't press the question. If Bossuet is concerned for Grantaire, he may well have good reason; still, that doesn't necessarily mean it's a matter Enjolras needs to know about, or that Grantaire will want him to.

[clayforthedevil]

Bahorel waves off the question of Grantaire; it's nothing Enjolras doesn't know already, at least to the extent that it could possibly matter. Nothing anyone who looks at them in the same room wouldn't know, in Bahorel's estimation, but that doesn't have to mean Bossuet's concern is wrong. Just not something he has an answer for.

" I'll get the more immediate passages copied out for us-- the mentions of 48, and so on. For the rest, I think it can wait until the others have a chance to read the book, if they want." He grins. "But I'm telling Jehan if he comes by. I won't forgive anyone who spoils that news." A joke, and not; he would want to see Jehan's immediate reaction, but he also knows he won't care all that much if it becomes a possibility.

"So that's the news of our day, or someone's, at any rate." He stands and stretches and heads for the food on the table. "What about you, any grand discoveries? Has Combeferre taught his dinosaur to breathe flame yet?"

...Probably the answer is no!

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"No," Enjolras answers, amused. "He hasn't attempted that yet."

Although if Bahorel suggests it, that state of affairs may not last too much longer. Combeferre is rather susceptible to experimental engineering challenges.

"He's acquired a jarred specimen to accompany it instead. With wings. I'm told it's not technically a dinosaur."

He was also told why it wasn't technically a dinosaur, but he hasn't really retained any of those details.

Despite Enjolras's lack of any great detail about Combeferre's latest pickled acquisitions, though, the discussion of other friends' activities and Milliways's peculiar possibilities for study does occupy them both nicely for a while longer, and for another few slices of pizza.