[ Enjolras lifts his chin when he hears the knock on the door, pausing in his work at trying to finally work some of the shards of glass out of his hand. ]
Yes? [ He sounds terse, sharper than he means to be- but he's finally coming off those damn drugs and everything still feels mildly threatening and uncomfortable and, well. You know how it is. ]
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Yes? [ He sounds terse, sharper than he means to be- but he's finally coming off those damn drugs and everything still feels mildly threatening and uncomfortable and, well. You know how it is. ]