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[balletrat]

*Meg is brooding sulking sitting in the bar looking quite reasonable. With coffee.*

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[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"Well, I don't know my date of birth, so", he begins lightly, then cuts himself off. After a pause, he just whispers, "Marius."

[balletrat]

*Meg bites her lip.*

That didn't seem like much, kind of. So I went around the back.

*She puts a hand on the bar.* Bar? You know what -

*The note appears before she can finish her sentence. She passes it over.*

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He takes it and reads in silence.

"My song..."

[balletrat]

There was a cartridge and a bag of bullets hanging from the back, *Meg says quietly.*

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

That gets a weak grin.

"To prove he remembered."

[balletrat]

What does the song mean?

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"It... I used to sing a version of it, on the barricades."

[balletrat]

- oh.

*Meg smiles at him, a little.*

Yeah, that makes sense - they still sing it, in my time.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He blinks.

"They do? Cool!"

[balletrat]

'course, *Meg says, reasonably.* It's a good song.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He grins.

[balletrat]

I didn't know you'd invented it, *Meg adds, cocking her head.* You should sing it sometime.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I invented it... but I don't remember where it came from."

[balletrat]

Maybe you did invent it, *Meg says, with a grin,* and you just don't remember it.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He grins back.

"Maybe."

[balletrat]

I still say you should sing it. Get Charlie to play it, or something.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I will", he says cheerfully.

[balletrat]

*Meg cocks her head.* So how was Paris-in-the-future?

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"...Strange."

[balletrat]

*Meg scowls.* They built that bloody tower thing, didn't they.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

"Yes. And it was all concrete."

[balletrat]

*Meg shudders.*

So glad I'm not living to see that.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche brightens.

"But my elephant was still there! And so was the cafe."

[balletrat]

*Meg zooms to attention.*

Your elephant?

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He nods eagerly.

"Big statue thing. I lived in it once."