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Laughing, René shoved back again, grabbing for Gavroche as they darted in and out of the crowds. He loved these moments, when he could play with abandon and not care about watching over the other children. It wasn't that he hated watching them, but everyone needed a break every now and then. "Liar," he cackled. "You'd sleep all day long, ya would, ya lazy arse!" 

The talk of bakers and pastries reminded the elder boy of his own hunger. They'd just have to hit the bakery especially hard today. "True 'nough. I just 'ope his wife ain't 'round. She's a righ' witch, she is!" The baker's wife was one of the few adults René feared, if only because she beat the children she caught stealing: he'd been on the receiving end of her switch more than once.

A shriek of laughter left the younger boy as he shoved at the taller gamin, huffing and brushing pale strands of hair from his face. It was not unusual for them to wrestle, to throw each other into the dirt and laugh. It seemed like the only time they truly got to be children and they were greedy for it. “You know that ain’t true! Jus’ ‘cause you’re an annoyin’ little bird chirpin’ me awake don’t mean I can’t wake myself up.” Gavroche shot back, aborted breaths falling from chapped and torn lips as he ran. Feet pounded against the dirt, kicking it into the air around them and making him cough. 

He ignored the burning stares at his back as he looked to René, eyes wide and shining with mirth. The sound of pastries made his stomach growl, clawing at his throat painfully. When was the last time he truly ate? He couldn’t remember the last time they all had a decent meal. Pastries were just what they needed. “Ain’t our fault ‘e’s too dumb to lock up his stuff! In fact, we should be thankin’ him!” Gavroche cheered with a short laugh.

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"'Ell if I know, ol' man," René shot back. "Maybe ya spen' it an' forgot. I ain't yer banker." He was treading a fine line and he knew it: the incriminating coinpurse was in his pocket, and all it would take was for the man to reach in and find it. So with a grin, the gamin turned on his heel and ran. He was long-legged and fast, and didn't dare look behind him.

“If ya didn’t do nothin’ then where’s me coin? Ain’t in me pocket.” Bill leered at the young boy and smacked his Jemmy against the ground with a loud thud. Anger was clear on his face and his sickening innocence was only spurring it on. Bill hated children and this was why.

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It was funny to watch Gavroche attempt to match his pace, and just to be cheeky, he sped up, taking bigger steps and laughing all the while. Of course, he slowed down eventually; he wouldn't ever leave the other boy behind. In doing so, however, he left himself open for a shove -- and immediately chased after the retreating Gavroche to return the favour. "If I slept more, you wouldn't never wake up! Sleep forever an' ever, ya would!"

People stared at the pair of grimy urchins as they laughed and wrestled and ran, but few paid more attention than that. It was a usual sight for the slums, where dozens and dozens of parentless children darted up and down the street like ragged little sprites. "Guess so, yeah. Ya'd think 'e'd learn ta be more careful, but 'e ain't."

Eyes rolled at the other gamin’s words as he kept walking, keeping in step with the taller boy and his longer strides. René was the only person he trusted to take on food runs. It wasn’t that the others couldn’t easily help; Gavroche just didn’t want to risk it. René was as quick as he was so avoiding the inspector was easier. Though if the boy got any taller Gavroche would have to start leaving him behind. It was a thought that made him frown before he shook it away. They were starving. They didn’t have enough food to truly grow on. Gavroche would be surprised if he got any taller. At least, not while he was living on bread and river water. 

He shoved him with a snort at his words, rushing forward a bit so the other gamin couldn’t retaliate. “Maybe you’d sleep more if you ‘ad dreams!” Gavroche crowed as he laughed, “Sounds good to me. They just sittin’ out then?”

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"Pah! I can do what I want! I'm older, I am," René said proudly, lifting his chin in mock-arrogance, though the act was spoiled when his lips split in a wide grin. He yelped when he was cuffed, but that didn't disturb the smile, which was firmly fixed on his dirty face. He horsed around with the other boys -- and even some of the rougher girls -- but he didn't have as much fun with them as he did with Gavroche. The younger gamin felt the most like a brother to him, though he considered all of the mômes his family.

"'Cause ya sleep too much, 'at's why. I 'eard this mornin', I did. Went out walkin' a'fore the sun come up, 'eard the baker talkin' to 'is wife 'bout it when I passed 'at way."

Gavroche let out a yelp of surprise as he was grabbed, bony knuckles grating across his head. He wiggled and shrieked until the other boy let him go, hair in disarray and cheeks flushed. He shook his head and shot the other boy a playful glare, reaching up to cuff him on the back of the head. “You can’t do that to the leader.” The shorter gamin scolded, lips twisted in an attempt to hide his smile. He lost as a grin spread across his face, cheeks dimpling. 

Footsteps sounded around him as he started walking, glancing back at the darker haired gamin with raised brows. “They are? Why ‘aven’t I heard until now?” The other gamin asked in a petulant tone. 

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// I care about your lonely soul. D: -all the hugs for you-

((I want someone to love me love me like Nancy loves Bill.))

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Sticking his tongue right back out, René slid down the rope as well, taking advantage of his height to grab Gavroche 'round the neck and grind his knuckles against the dirty, blond head. "I'll show ya lazy!" he cackled before releasing the other gamin. The answer to his question was met with an understanding nod. He was glad that Gavroche trusted him to come along on his food runs, and it made him feel rather important.

"Awright. Where to first? I 'eard the bakery's puttin' out new tarts 'is week sometime. I wanna try one, I do."

He huffed but grabbed the rope set to the side of the statue, propelling himself downwards as he stuck his tongue out at the other gamin. Leather shoes kicked up the dirt around him as he backed away, waiting for René to follow his lead. “Now ‘o’s the lazy one? Hurry up!” Gavroche called as he placed his hands on his hips, eyebrows quirked. 

A hum burst from his lips at the question as he leaned against the statue. They usually didn’t have plans. Gavroche just went in and grabbed whatever he could before he got caught, handing off what he couldn’t hold to René and hightailing it out of there. “Same as always.” Gavroche decided with a nod, lips a thin line across his face. He didn’t like bringing the others with him on his little hunts for food. It made him feel all the more horrible when he couldn’t bring enough out. 

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Abloobloo, thank you. XD -paps your face-

Screeching because Gav talking to another gamin is already the cutest thing on my dash ever in the history of Tumblr and I literally only read it like 5 minutes ago.

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"Nah, s'better'n the nigh'mares I used ta get, 'fore I came 'ere. 'Sides, if dreamin' makes me lazy like you, I don' want 'em." Laughing, he nudged back, though he knew better than to roughhouse atop the elephant. They'd probably scuffle a bit once they were on the ground, but it wasn't worth risking a fall to do so up here.

"F'you say so. You're the leader for a reason." Despite his constant teasing, René practically worshiped Gavroche. The younger gamin was everything the elder wished he could be, with his courage and heart, his fierceness and streetwise nature. Of course, he didn't say this out loud, for he knew Gavroche might laugh at him for it. "Righ' so what's the plan today?"

“Well ain’t that borin’.” Gavroche replied as he ignored the cold wind pushing at his sides. The gamin was much too used to the frigid weather of France in spring. Especially when one only had threadbare clothing to stave it off. The stone pressed under him, as cold as the air if not colder, making him wince and frown. “Oi, I can’t help it if I like to sleep!” The blond gamin called, nudging the darker haired boy with his foot.

“It’s always worth it to go out, René.”

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"I don' dream," replied René with a shrug. "I jus' know when it's time ta wake up, I do. Not like you." Playfully, he swatted at Gavroche before the other climbed up and out. He took the younger boy's hand to lift himself out of the elephant as well, a slight breeze hitting him and making him shiver. He blinked in the bright morning sunlight, scanning the streets below. 

"Wotcha fink, then, 'Roche? Worf it ta go out?"

He frowned at the answer and glanced about at the other children rising, already set to go to the stalls. Not that the stalls promised food. He just hoped someone took pity on them this time around. They could only survive on rotting bread for so long before they all fell ill. “You must ‘ave shite dreams if you wanna be up at the crack ‘o dawn.” Gavroche countered as he made his way out of their shelter, light causing him to squint, “Do you dream about wakin’ up?” His voice was teasing as he settled at the top, hands out to help René should he need it.

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"Good, 'cause I ain't done nuffin' ta blame for." René squinted at the young man, tongue poking slightly from between his lips as he studied. He thought the recognised him, if only vaguely. "Ya look familiar, ya do. Seen Gavroche 'angin' 'round ya a'fore. One o' them students, ain'cha."

Marius had been walking to the Musain when a child ran into him. He looked down at him. “I’m not blaming you at all.” He knew that child had taken his wallet, but he let the kid have it. He had another one at home.

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René's expression of innocent annoyance turned into a glower. He wasn't scared of any adults! Especially not one as filthy as he was. The gamin could tell from the man's accent that he wasn't from Paris at all, so he deserved what he got for not being careful, anyway. "I didn' do nuffin'! Said so, di'n't I."

Bill looked down at the young boy who he had hit into. His face showed no expression, but he didn’t like children in the slightest. Then something strange his him as the young boy made his little declaration. It was the feeling of a change in weight from his coat. Being a master thief himself Bill knew exactly what happened. The little rat pick pocketed him. He was just like Fagin’s boys back in London.

“Ya think you’re real cute don’ ya? Thinkin’ I wouldn’t notice ya stole from me eh?” Bill asked and glared murderously at the young boy. He felt his anger boil under his skin and had the urge to hit the child. Not like he hadn’t done it before.

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René shrugged nonchalantly, though he was smirking at his friend's pouting expression. "Bof, I figger," he replied. "I was up 'fore dawn like usual, but now it's late. You musta been 'avin' a good dream or summat, 'cause you was out like a snuffed candle, you was." All around them, the other mômes began stirring from their half-sleep, rubbing their eyes and scratching their heads. René laughed, already wide-awake and ready to go.

The gamin was buried under his own coat, the thin blue fabric acting as a blanket. He groaned as he was nudged at, eyes firmly shut against the assault of sun streaming in. It felt as if he hadn’t slept a full night in years. “Go ‘way.” Gavroche mumbled incoherently before the voices registered. He bolted upright as he realized how late it must be getting, eyes wide but unfocused. He stumbled to his feet and dusted himself off before shrugging his coat back on, shooting René a petulant look. “Am I late or are you jus’ up early again?”

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René scrunched up his face at the adult he'd crashed into, ready to make a break for it if necessary. It would have been just like a grown-up, not to watch where they were going and still blame it on the kid.

"'Fore ya get yer trousers in a knot, I wasn't doin' nuffin' wrong. Jus' walkin', I was," he announced petulantly as he slipped the stranger's coinpurse into his own pocket with practised dexterity. It hadn't been his intention, but when opportunity presents itself, what sense was there in sending it packing?

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"Oi, 'Roche," René whispered, nudging the gamin in the stomach with his toe. It was past sunrise, and time to get up. René was among the earlier risers, but even so, it was late: if they waited too long, they'd miss their chance to snatch breakfast without being seen. The others had begun to stir, but Gavroche seemed out cold. "C'mon, gettup."

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Name: René Age: 12 or 13 Gender: male (cisgender) Orientation: undetermined Nationality: French Race: Caucasian 

René was orphaned around the age of six or seven, though he is unsure whether or not they're actually dead. All he knows is that they left him in the park one day and never came back to get him. He wandered the streets of Paris for a few days before being picked up by a younger boy who called himself Gavroche. Entranced by his wildness and courage, René attached himself to the young gamin; since then he's considered the street his new mother and the other children his brothers and sisters.

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

“I dunno. I don’ get bad moods, not really. Bu’ I guess…if I ‘ad to say, it’ll be ‘angin’ ‘round the others. Always someone there wif a joke or funny story ta tell.”