Jean Prouvaire was a still softer shade…Jean Prouvaire was in love; he cultivated a pot of flowers, played on the flute, made verses, loved the people, pitied woman, wept over the child, confounded God and the future in the same confidence…His voice was ordinarily delicate, but suddenly grew manly…Above all, he was good.
He spoke softly, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was very timid.
I love all of les amis equally, including *squints at smudged writing on hand* usually, frontier *squints harder* country fair, persuade, crochet truck *pulls out magnifying glass* so you, by her house, toys r us, and *squints through magnifying glass* asian food fair
(in a crowd and can't find Gavroche) Oh no
This calls for drastic measures
(using his hands as a microphone, imitating Javert)I have overheard their plans, there will be no attack tonight. They intend to starve you out before they start a proper fight, concentrate their force, hit us from the right.
There’s an old adage that goes ‘if at first you don’t succeed, try try again’. Bossuet’s personal addition is 'if you consistently don’t succeed at anything, then you better damn well learn to laugh about it.“
Well, you kind of have to have a sense of humor when you’ve lost almost all of your hair by seventeen and find new and exciting things to trip over on an almost daily basis. Bossuet is fond of telling anyone who’ll listen that he is convinced his family is anciently cursed by Madame Zeroni, and when you get to know him, the theory really doesn’t seem all that unlikely.
In his highschool shop class, he set the school record for most equipment-related injuries (including the infamous the-saw-wasn’t-even-turned-on-and-he-almost-cut-off-his-finger incident). He is spectacularly adept at saying the precise wrong thing to his romantic partners, or just people in general, and due to simple misunderstandings has had hundreds of drinks thrown in his face, strings of swear words aimed at him, and has been slapped more times than he’d like to admit. He’s resigned to only using public transportation to travel, because he doesn’t trust his luck behind the wheel of a two-ton vehicle.
But he’s far from bitter. He’s smart, and resourceful, and works hard to overcome his naturally rotten luck. He takes the misfortune (with whom he is on a first name basis) in stride, and remains cheerful through it all, much like his best friend and room-mate, Joly. You’ll never meet anyone quite as obsessed with bad puns and knock-knock jokes as the two of them, or as strangely happy, despite the odds.
And if you ever need a laugh, just ask him for his top ten funniest awkward situations, and he’ll be more than happy to describe them all in side-splitting detail.