Bar has thoughtfully provided them with a key to Paris Violets. It's Room 210.
Combeferre opens the door, and follows Enjolras inside.
It's...purple. At least, the carpet is, a deep rich violet that's not unpleasant in itself, but Combeferre wonders what it has to do with Paris. The walls are a buttery yellow. Again, not inherently ugly, but it jars oddly with the violet.
One bed is large enough to fit four Combeferres, possibly five Enjolrases (Enjolrai?). The other, though smaller, has a silky cover that seems almost indecent.
Walking around, he sees that it is large--more than large enough for their purposes. But not, he thinks, conducive to peaceful study.
"Well," says Combeferre. "Er. Not this one, I think, unless you like it?"
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Combeferre opens the door, and follows Enjolras inside.
It's...purple. At least, the carpet is, a deep rich violet that's not unpleasant in itself, but Combeferre wonders what it has to do with Paris. The walls are a buttery yellow. Again, not inherently ugly, but it jars oddly with the violet.
One bed is large enough to fit four Combeferres, possibly five Enjolrases (Enjolrai?). The other, though smaller, has a silky cover that seems almost indecent.
Walking around, he sees that it is large--more than large enough for their purposes. But not, he thinks, conducive to peaceful study.
"Well," says Combeferre. "Er. Not this one, I think, unless you like it?"