Functioning

All three sit up in bed, and after a furious game of rock-paper-scissors Musichetta sighs and shoves at Joly’s shoulder before sliding out of bed to open the door. She’s wearing nothing but an old tee shirt and a pair of Bossuet’s boxers, and for a moment Joly contemplates grabbing her hand and tugging her back to bed, whoever is at the door be damned, but he sighs and flops back on the pillow, listening closely. Bossuet follows suit.

There’s a creak of a door opening, then Musichetta is saying hello in a voice that makes Joly groan, because clearly, their visitor is going to be staying for a while (as evidenced by Musichetta’s cheerful invitation to come in), and then Enjolras’ familiar voice is floating through the apartment.

“It’s noon,” he’s saying, though he does sound mildly amused, if a bit exasperated, and Musichetta’s laugh fills the halls.

“Your bruises are healing,” she tells him before popping her head into the bedroom. “Alright, boys, I’m kicking you out. Enjolras and I are going to have hot revolutionary sex and you’re not invited.”

From the kitchen, Enjolras shouts back, dryly, “Ooh baby, ooh baby, say something about liberty.”