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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the...stable? There was...not much of anything going on, really. Javert has been sleeping out here for the last couple of weeks, and tonight will be no different. Cheval has been nosing around for his next bottle, so he fetches it from Bar, trying not to yawn too obviously where anyone can see. He also considers another blanket, but it seems indulgent, so does not.

Bar also produces a gift, which he stares at for a moment. This again? But then, he supposes it is the season. He asks the bar to keep them for now, and walks back through the snow to the foal. It may be Christmas night, but it the same as any other to him and he is sure it will stay that way.

Valjean, watching this exchange, follows him out.

[OOC: Merry Christmas, everyone! This post open through New Year. If you want to chuck random animals etc in, go ahead. The more cracktastic the better, say I. If not, no worries - he's taggable at the bar too. Also, I will be tagging up everything I owe as soon as I've wrapped the last few presents over here. <3333 you all!

ETA: I completely forgot to set this up the way I planned. Ah well. Valjean, when I tag him in, is also entirely taggable by anyone. And will probably be in a far more festive mood, lets be honest. Also, feel free to tag each other if you want to be all 'wtf I'm in a stable' to someone else! I'm allgood with that. <3]

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"Well yeah. But I smell a bit better since Shufti got me to wash."

'That is debatable.'

Even he, currently sleeping in a stable, smells better than this boy.

'I have met Shufti. She is ridiculous. I can well believe she is an acquaintance of yours.'

"What do you mean by that, you big bottom burp?" Vyvyan asks, glaring at Javert.

Javert blinks at him.

'I do not understand you.'

Bottom...burp?

He is unfazed by the glare. As proficient at it as he is himself, someone needs to produce something really fearsome to register with him.

"What do you mean, ridiculous?" Vyvyan says, glaring.

"You can insult me all you like, I'm used to it. People are always going 'Vyvyan, why did you blow up the front doorbell?' or 'Vyvyan, why did you throw the toilet out the window?'. But Shufti's, well, nice. In a soppy girly way rather than a 'I want to shag you' way."

He opens his mouth. And then closes it again.

'Who are you?'

What are you might be more apt, but there will be time to get to that.

"Vyvyan. Duh?! Who are you?"

He wouldn't say Shufti is like his mum. Actually, she's as unlike his mum as she could be, and also only a few years older than him. But he can appreciate when someone gives him a chance because he doesn't get that much.

Javert looks at him as if to say, I am not an imbecile, but as it does not seem to garner an instant reaction, he adds,

'That is a girl's name.'

But then something clicks, and his eyes widen.

'I have read about you.'

He has read rather a lot about him.

Vyvyan gives him a very sinister look.

"If you've read about me you'll know winding me up about my name is bloody dangerous." he says. "I'll let you off as it's Christmas."

Javert is also immune to sinister looks.

'I know you are a criminal, and regularly cause damage to property not your own.'

If there is one thing Javert will never back down from, and rarely fear, it is a criminal.

"Oh yeah? What you got against Shufti then?" Vyvyan asks.

He picks up a piece of straw and eats it.

'She was inappropriately familiar.'

This is not something he appreciates.

'What is she to you?'

He will not say 'monsieur' to this being.

"Snob." Vyvyan comments.

"She like gives me a chance and stuff." he adds. "Most people don't. Like you."

'Snob?'

He is not familiar with this term

'Do you think you deserve a chance?'

He does not smell like he does. He has smelled people like him before, and they are always poor, or criminal, or both.

Vyvyan leans over and scritches the piglet's ears.

"About as much as you do." he says.

'You assume much,' he murmurs, and makes another attempt at getting the animal off his lap.

"Yeah, well." Vyvyan says, picking up the piglet.

He grins nastily.

"You should be more careful who you bad mouth to who. You'll end up as unpopular as my fleas if you're not careful. As it is, I won't kick your teeth in, not in front of the baby." he nods towards the foal.

"I was gonna wish you a Merry Christmas. Instead, I'll say 'Smell you later'."

'I care nothing for popularity. Or threats from stupid boys with metal in their foreheads.'

He is oblivious to such things.

'I do not know what that means. Begone, miscreant.'