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Dinner & a Dance|| Courfeyrac & Jehan

Jehan had promised a fantastic date, and he was certain Courfeyrac would appreciate something cheesy and sort of silly almost. Something like Courfeyrac, because Courfeyrac was the cheesiest, silliest boy he knew. Showing up at his boyfriend’s door, Jehan wore clothes he rather liked, despite the horrible clash of fabric, and held a small bouquet of flowers. “Ready?”

glowrioustrash  asked:

"I was trying to teach myself how to knit and, long story short, I'm in the ER now." (Brothers again?)

“You’re in the ER? How the hell did you manage that?” Courfeyrac said, unable to hold back a soft little snort of laughter, shaking his head and holding the phone up with his shoulder for a moment, adjusting his bag. “I’m just heading home now-please tell me you didn’t actually find a way to tab yourself with a knitting needle. Because that’s just sad.”