[He stared a moment, lips pursed just lightly, before he shook his head.]
...Good day.
[And then hung up. What else ought he to do? He felt enraged on the behalf of his beloved and if Eponine would only sling arrows at them both, fiery insults, then what point was there in communication?
no subject
...Good day.
[And then hung up. What else ought he to do? He felt enraged on the behalf of his beloved and if Eponine would only sling arrows at them both, fiery insults, then what point was there in communication?
Thenardier or not, he would not stand for it.]