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[pluspetitpoete]

[It looks like he's been crying recently, his eyes and cheeks red. He sniffles and scrubs at his eyes a little, trying to collect himself more before he speaks.]

It's nice, up here. Truly it is. I love having the exhibition hall -- I can go look at the flowers whenever I like. Maybe I'll be able to find a little box, or something? I have these seeds I wanted to plant.

And of course I'm happy that we've all made it, and we're safe, and the dragon isn't a problem anymore. Or at least I hope he isn't. I feel bad for him, though, it wasn't his fault --

I suppose it doesn't matter now, does it. [He frets at the sleeve of his shirt a bit, glancing down and away]

It's only that -- well I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, we do have this lovely ship that we can all live on.

Only that it feels a bit unfair, I suppose. We all had our homes taken away, some of us quite recently, and then our new homes vanished as well.

I don't know right now, if I'd rather return to the planet, if we could, or to stay here. It could be nice to stay here! I could meet some of the people I've only spoken to over communicators, or had only just met before -- everything. Madame Fraser, I'd like to see her again. Oh and I never got to meet Mademoiselle Blossom! We could share poetry, perhaps? It would be easier to get together, this way.

Mademoiselle Jessica, I hope you're all right, as well, and settling in.

[The boy sighs and sniffles again, wiping a little at his nose, self consciously.] I suppose I'm craving some stability.

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[pluspetitpoete]

It's absolutely wonderful, Grantaire. [They can repaint it, it's not a problem. The fact that Grantaire even BROUGHT him a planting box is just --

Jehan grips the back of his neck and kisses both cheeks firmly, then ends with a lighter kiss to his lips. Very nearly platonic]

I love everything about it.

[winecasks]

[ Of course, Grantaire has kissed and has been kissed before, but recent years have brought him to the belief that he’s a foul and undeserving creature. He isn’t completely shocked - Jehan always has been one of the more affectionate members of their group - but he is a little taken aback. It’s quite a lot of love for a box. ]

I am undeserving of your affection, my dear friend.

[ He gives his usual half-smile, and presses a kiss to the top of Jehan’s head. ]

One might believe that I am Prometheus, bringing fire to humanity. A shabby box is no such gift. Perhaps if I pair it with my sincerest apologies, it will be more worthy.

[pluspetitpoete]

Stop that at once. You've brought me something I've longed for, something to make me feel more at home. And because of that, it is a treasure of the highest regard. Even moreso because it came from you.

[winecasks]

[ He still doesn’t quite think himself worthy, and it isn’t often that he stops anything at once. Please excuse him while he continues for a moment longer. ]

I am glad to have made you happy, but surely you mock me, Jehan. There are real treasures that might have been brought instead. All I’ve brought you is rubbish, better suited for a bonfire than for a garden.