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Matthew Corner in Les Miserables [aka FC for Thomas Fourré] for theartinartillery

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Thomas had almost bumped into Grantaire from stopping so suddenly. he blinked a few times as he listened to the story, "Perhaps.. she would be better with me, non?" He asked with a little shrug and a large grin. "Marius is a fool to do that to her, I'll show her I'm much better than he is." Thomas added, nodding to himself allowing for his eyes to drift away for a moment in thought as that goofy smile returned.

Une rencontre fortuite

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The man's voice stopped Thomas' heart, and whilst some colour had drained form his face, he knew to act accordingly - this man couldn't possibly know what he was doing, it was surely just a coincidence that Thomas was called upon. "I certainly am, monsieur!" Thomas chirped, allowing for a grin to spread across his cheeks. Quickly the boy pulled off his hat, if only to show respect for the man of a much higher rank than he. "How may I help you?" He asked, peering down to the man's holster for a moment to ensure it did not look broken in any obvious way. "I am able to do some small repairs here, monsieur, though repairs of larger scales I will require you to formally submit a request." His eyes glanced back to the man's face, his voice being as formal and proper as his father had always trained.

Thomas seemed to be doing quite well, especially considering even his mare could sense something odd and was flicking its tail about whilst bobbing its head every now and then. "I apologise, this old girl is not overly fond of strangers." He then continued, giving his horse a pat on the neck. He could only ignore as his stomach flipped and tumbled, causing for him to grow nauseous at the thought of being caught in the act.

Turned Crook

It was not every day Thomas deposited newly finished pistols for the National Guard, and so he took each of these slim chances to steal what he could for Les Amis de l’ABC. His father had built strong trust with those he worked with, and so this trust was in turn handed down to Thomas when it was his turn to visit the National Guard’s trade centre.

Thomas worked with a pounding chest and sweaty palms as he led his stocky bay out from what he assumed was the most dangerous part of his mission. He had only stopped to recheck the horse’s tack before mounting, he had ensured the saddle was secure and the stolen pistols and ammunition were out of sight. Thomas had done this several times, each increasing the risk with another pistol or a handful more of bullets, so he was quite confident with himself.

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Thomas could not deem any part of himself worthy of looking Courfeyrac or Grantaire in the eye, and so settled for looking upon his feet. Part of him wished Grantaire would knock him senseless, though part of him also knew that would do no good. He had only hoped that he and Grantaire, of all the Les Amis, would be able to part on 'good' terms.. or at least terms which were not bloodthirsty. Thomas wished for the other Amis also, though Grantaire had been the one he had grown closest to. "W-we should leave now, it is dawn soon.." He said quite breathlessly.

Secrets et de mensonges

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Thomas laughed at the other's remarks, "I do not think I should join in that, Grantaire.. You may be carrying me home again." he replied, trying to stop another laugh from escaping his lips. "I will definitely have to keep a tally of it all, though."

Second Time Around

"Well, no doubt you will be subjected to it at some point… I can only hope it’s not when Enjolras is around. He doesn’t appear to appreciate them much.” Courfeyrac glanced at Grantaire and raised an eyebrow. “Nor other people’s attempts at making Marius say increasingly silly declarations of love and beauty…”

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Thomas pulled his jacket off with a smug little grin, though knew he would go easy on his friend - particularly if he was as nervous as his hands showed. He clapped a hand onto Marius' shoulder, "Don't look so nervous, people are already making bets." Thomas teased as he walked to the ring, "You'd be surprised, mon ami."

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"Cosette, she's friends with Marius.. I'm surprised he's not in love with her, too.." Thomas replied, trying as hard as he could to keep his head from the clouds. "Don't tell Enjolras though, he'll probably put me out with the dogs, and Marius. I'm not as bad as Marius, am I? I don't prance around professing my love."

Une rencontre fortuite

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His cheeks had flared that bright red once more, "I maybe might kind of, a little bit, sort of like her.." Thomas mumbled, kicking a pebble in front of him. "But that doesn't mean I love her and her dazzlingly beautiful face." Quickly he shook his head, "She's a pretty lady, it's not my fault!"

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"Did I really just say that?" Thomas asked himself in a very hushed tone, glancing over to Grantaire and swallowing back a lump in his throat. "I-I, um, I meant to say.. um.." He tried explaining, though was actually quite terrible at it, "Sh-she is very nice, not that I love her at all.. No, of course not, there’s definitely more important things than love right now, definitely.”

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"Did I really just say that?" Thomas asked himself in a very hushed tone, glancing over to Grantaire and swallowing back a lump in his throat. "I-I, um, I meant to say.. um.." He tried explaining, though was actually quite terrible at it, "Sh-she is very nice, not that I love her at all.. No, of course not, there's definitely more important things than love right now, definitely."

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Thomas was exactly the sort of boy who would go to a girl's father to ask for permission. "Pffft, no." He replied, trying to shrug it off though knew Grantaire was completely right, "Besides, she doesn't walk in silent beauty like the night.. she walks like the first rays of sunlight hitting a gorgeous field of sunflowers." Thomas continued, his eyes shifting away as he let out a dazed sigh accompanied with a small goofy-looking smile spread across his lips as though to be confirming Grantaire's accusations.

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Luckily his cheeks were starting to return back to his normal colour as they walked, “I don’t think I would.. enjoy reading the notes and looking at the pictures.” he replied, “Or at least not those particular notes and drawings, especially if they are as crude as you say they are.”

If they were from Cosette, however, that would be a different story entirely..

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Luckily his cheeks were starting to return back to his normal colour as they walked, "I don't think I would.. enjoy reading the notes and looking at the pictures." he replied, "Or at least not those particular notes and drawings, especially if they are as crude as you say they are."

If they were from Cosette, however, that would be a different story entirely..

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"I.. couldn't possibly imagine." Thomas replied, glancing over to Grantaire as he folded the corner of one particular page on trinkets. He was at least glad Grantaire knew he was making a bracelet for someone, though who that someone was differed quite a bit - which was exactly what Thomas was aiming for.

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Thomas clutched the book closely to himself once he finally got it back, his feet shuffling behind Grantaire as he peered down to the book to make sure it wasn't damaged. "I have no other motivation, one of my customers offered double its worth." Thomas tried explaining, still trying to hide underneath his bright red cheeks. "My books, I'm sure, are twice as boring as Combeferre's."

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The book dropped from Thomas’ hand, “What?! No!" He quickly said, perhaps a bit louder than he’d intended. Thomas’ face begun to grow bright red underneath the patches of soot. "It is not… that, I’m making a bracelet." Thomas continued through gritted teeth, glancing at the men and women giving him strange looks as they passed - though they were probably only looking at him oddly from his reaction.

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The book dropped from Thomas’ hand, “What?! No!" He quickly said, perhaps a bit louder than he’d intended. Thomas’ face begun to grow bright red underneath the patches of soot. "It is not… that, I’m making a bracelet." Thomas continued through gritted teeth, glancing at the men and women giving him strange looks as they passed - though they were probably only looking at him oddly from his reaction.

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Thomas decided to drop the subject, realising it was probably making Grantaire uncomfortable. “Not weapons, no.” He replied with a shake of his head, “Some rich man wants me to make him a silly bracelet for his wife.” He said with a shrug, quickly biting his tongue quite hard to hide a grin. Of all people to run into, he knew Grantaire would make the most jokes from it.

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Thomas decided to drop the subject, realising it was probably making Grantaire uncomfortable. "Not weapons, no." He replied with a shake of his head, "Some rich man wants me to make him a silly bracelet for his wife." He said with a shrug, quickly biting his tongue quite hard to hide a grin. Of all people to run into, he knew Grantaire would make the most jokes from it.

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He breathed a sigh of relief before allowing for himself to laugh, “Are you sure you have brushed your hair?” Thomas then asked with a grin, “Your hair says otherwise..” He held the book to his side with the hopes the title could be covered, despite his super cunning plan to say that it was for a customer. “Oh I am doing work, though more trying to figure out how to make more things,” He added with a slight shrug, “I was going to stop by the Musain though ran out of time. Why aren’t you there? You’re there most days, are you not?”

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He breathed a sigh of relief before allowing for himself to laugh, "Are you sure you have brushed your hair?" Thomas then asked with a grin, "Your hair says otherwise.." He held the book to his side with the hopes the title could be covered, despite his super cunning plan to say that it was for a customer. "Oh I am doing work, though more trying to figure out how to make more things," He added with a slight shrug, "I was going to stop by the Musain though ran out of time. Why aren't you there? You're there most days, are you not?"

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It was not every day that Thomas was busy in the streets, though when the opportunity arose he took it with great stride. More days than not, he was busy smelting in the workshop. The boy’s hair looked much darker than usual from the staining soot of the workshop, this often happened if it was quite smokey inside. Thomas was only returning from a book store when Grantaire had bumped into him, he’d been too busy reading a book on trinket making to have noticed the lad in his path (though it was lucky Grantaire was the first he’d bumped into).

Thomas was hoping to make something nice for a lovely young woman he’d met and quickly fallen in love with. Of course, Thomas would say it was for a customer.. he didn’t need Les Amis to have yet another Marius prancing through the Musain, proclaiming his eternal love. “Monsieur!” Thomas quickly said, shutting the book and continuing (without realising who, by chance, he’d bumped into) “I’m sorry! I did not see you!”

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It was not every day that Thomas was busy in the streets, though when the opportunity arose he took it with great stride. More days than not, he was busy smelting in the workshop. The boy's hair looked much darker than usual from the staining soot of the workshop, this often happened if it was quite smokey inside. Thomas was only returning from a book store when Grantaire had bumped into him, he'd been too busy reading a book on trinket making to have noticed the lad in his path (though it was lucky Grantaire was the first he'd bumped into).

Thomas was hoping to make something nice for a lovely young woman he'd met and quickly fallen in love with. Of course, Thomas would say it was for a customer.. he didn't need Les Amis to have yet another Marius prancing through the Musain, proclaiming his eternal love. "Monsieur!" Thomas quickly said, shutting the book and continuing (without realising who, by chance, he'd bumped into) "I'm sorry! I did not see you!"

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Grantaire stood up and brushed off his waistcoat as if he could brush Enjolras’ insults from the wine-stained fabric. He teetered for a moment, shot him a look. "You’ll see." He said darkly. "You’ll see." And with that, he left. His chin held high despite the weight in his chest. It was still light out, that was good. The sky wasn’t blue, more of a glaring white, and the air was not so much fresh as cold, but it would do. The cold air on his face felt nice, it helped him to clear his head and avoid thinking too much about things that were not right in front of him. He wasn’t sure where he was headed until he was half way there. To Thomas’ house, apparently. He wasn’t sure if he’d be at work - very likely he was, if he was not at the Musain, but he decided to continue on his way anyway. He was half way there, at the very least he could stop by and say hello to his mother and sister. He was startled out of his thoughts by nearly crashing into the boy himself.