Tiny Slumber Party

[merryeccentricities]

Finally, finally they've found all their suddenly younger friends and managed to get them into the Blue Room to sleep at least one night-- with the result that most of the floor outside the kitchen is currently a sprawl of mattresses and children, made as ready for bed as Joly could convince each of them to allow.


(at request, slumber party post! Tag in wherever you like, talk to anyone else tagging in whenever you want, here or in the Morning subthread.)

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[tu_vas_triompher]

Oh! It even shows the parts where he wasn't looking at it, where he stopped to ask where the others were from. Jeannot goes a little pink. But the others are talking, and someone is shy-- "Sure. We can all do one," he says with more confidence than he feels, and moves a little more to make sure there's room.

(And, maybe, to put himself a little bit more behind someone else. This thing that makes your portrait even when you aren't looking at it, it's a little unnerving.)

[clayforthedevil]

Golly if only there was someone more delighted by the sound of his own voice to keep things going here.

"La Marseillaise!" L'Opinion says cheerfully, wriggling a little to keep from losing the center of the picture in the flow of his shyer friends' retreat. "Or A Ça ira--"

"Marseilles!" say Jean-Sebastién and Sebastién at once, one enthusiastically and the other a bit reproving.

A choirmaster would despair. Still--

[merryeccentricities]

Joly's still calming the cats and getting them settled into his newly cat-proof..ish... lab when he hears the voices rising from the living room, tripping over each other's words .

"Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!"

He grins as they sort themselves out, turning into something actually melodic. He's humming to himself as the chorus comes.

"Aux armes, citoyens !
Formez vos bataillons !
Marchons ! Marchons!"