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[never_shall_yield]

'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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[never_shall_yield]

'Should I? I think you fail to appreciate my lack of interest in your husband, madame.'

Later, he may berate himself for being so rude. But it has turned into a long evening, with many people, and Valjean is here. That always puts him on edge.

[never_lost_faith]

He may be surprised at Katrina's laugh at that.

"You are refreshingly honest and blunt, monsieur," she says. "I do appreciate that."

[never_shall_yield]

He glowers at her, in case she is mocking.

'Did you want something, then?'

In the background, Valjean looks away. It is to hide a smile, and a roll of the eyes, both.

[never_lost_faith]

"Yes, to meet your sweet little horse, which is as pleasing as you are blunt," she says.

[never_shall_yield]

'It is not mine,' he mutters, still looking mutinous.

'I am only caring for it. Its name is Cheval.'

Women and baby creatures. Well, he should not be surprised.

[never_lost_faith]

"A name as straightforwards as yourself, monsieur," she says, with a little smile. "Whose is it, then?"