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warp_corinthCourfeyrac was certainly a very agreeable friend to have made!
It had taken a few vodka-cranberries (and very little convincing, thereafter), to have Joly agreeing quite merrily to meeting his friend, Félicien; and what a name was that! Good signs abound... though one might not know so, by actually meeting him. Alarmingly, Félicien had managed to bang his knee against the low table in the back corner of the bar multiple times since Joly had seated himself beside him, on the couch. (Not the least of which, when with a little prompting from Courfeyrac, he'd taken the bet to kiss him.)
The kissing part hadn't been so bad, really. No, not at all! He didn't even seem to fret when, after a few moments, Joly babbled something incoherent about disinfectant mints, and popped one into his mouth, before eagerly resuming. However, that was long since past, and much better now was leaning against the crook of his new friend's body, back-to-side, and laughing gaily at some joke Félicien had made, which Matthieu had already forgotten. The humor of it left its impression of good cheer, and that was all that mattered!
Sniggering, he glanced up at the other cadet.
"You've a sharp mind, you have! Sharper than the edges of our good table, which is doing your knees a great deal more good than your head."
Quipped, all warmth in the tease of it. He was quite handsome without the hair, after all, and Joly only meant to be good-natured. Besides, he was a good deal beyond drunk at this point, and could barely be held responsible for what came out of his mouth. All twinkling of the words, and lethargy of the limbs!
It had taken a few vodka-cranberries (and very little convincing, thereafter), to have Joly agreeing quite merrily to meeting his friend, Félicien; and what a name was that! Good signs abound... though one might not know so, by actually meeting him. Alarmingly, Félicien had managed to bang his knee against the low table in the back corner of the bar multiple times since Joly had seated himself beside him, on the couch. (Not the least of which, when with a little prompting from Courfeyrac, he'd taken the bet to kiss him.)
The kissing part hadn't been so bad, really. No, not at all! He didn't even seem to fret when, after a few moments, Joly babbled something incoherent about disinfectant mints, and popped one into his mouth, before eagerly resuming. However, that was long since past, and much better now was leaning against the crook of his new friend's body, back-to-side, and laughing gaily at some joke Félicien had made, which Matthieu had already forgotten. The humor of it left its impression of good cheer, and that was all that mattered!
Sniggering, he glanced up at the other cadet.
"You've a sharp mind, you have! Sharper than the edges of our good table, which is doing your knees a great deal more good than your head."
Quipped, all warmth in the tease of it. He was quite handsome without the hair, after all, and Joly only meant to be good-natured. Besides, he was a good deal beyond drunk at this point, and could barely be held responsible for what came out of his mouth. All twinkling of the words, and lethargy of the limbs!
