"Hello mes amis, I'm Grantaire and zis iz ze vlog of a Misérable"!
In which Grantaire is a French, pseudo-edgy, NB millenial with a vlog and a crush on Enjolras, the flamboyant obvious leader of their obnoxious roommates' association, "Les Ami·e·s d...
"So... how long have you been stalking that lovely lady?" Grantaire asks Marius as they eat the weird mixture mug cake they made in the microwave out of the remains of Marius' pantry.
"I'm not talking with you about that," Marius says with a pout, "you're already lucky I let you put the video online! Also you stole my bubble tea!"
"I'll buy you something next time we're out, I promise."
"With what money?" Marius asks, raising her eyebrows.
Grantaire winces. Good question. Well... they have an interview in two days for that job at the sex shop. But it's not as if they were gonna be paid right away. Grantaire sighs... they wish they could make money on the Internet easily but the only way to do it would be to... to what? Learn how to play video games properly. Maybe they could beg... they stop themselves right away. They're on the street out of stupid pride... and they're not even on the street. It would be indecent... right? Although, is there such a big difference between them and the people on the "other side"?
They've met a young man named Eponine who sometimes sleeps outside in the area around Marius' apartment when his father is too shitty with him. Grantaire befriended him because he's always in the hallway, playing his music, whistling, singing, and asking after a Marius who's never there. "We're just friends," Marius says. Sometimes they share dinner. He's a cis-man though, maybe it's less dangerous for him to live outside...
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Eponine appears on Grantaire's Instagram (and he consented!) @grantairezemiserable https://www.instagram.com/p/B207D7ZI9t9/
In any case, Marius shares things without resenting it while she doesn't have much. Grantaire would like to pay her back...
Their mother's paypal account! Grantaire suddenly remembers. It is still usable, she has so much money she hasn't noticed yet! And you can pay for some stuff using it... like with their card shenanigans! Now, that's an idea! Also, their mother can't resent them for using her money to behave properly. They're doing their best.
Their phone Internet is also paid with it... which is needed to search for a job! And that pair of shoes... but come on, you gotta have proper shoes to find a job!
"I'll get you something," Grantaire claims, "I can even get us pizza right now."
"I don't know what you're up to," Marius says, wrinkling her nose with suspicious eyes, "but that ersatz of a recipe we made is not edible. Do you mind if we switch pizza with sushi? I can't digest mozzarella."
"You're such a hipster."
"Because I have lactose intolerance?"
Their generation is so fucked up, Grantaire doesn't know a single soul whose stomach isn't the source of endless discomfort. They've been breastfed radioactive juice. This is depressing.
