Open Post: Marketing

[futaille]

Now that things have managed to settle down after the havoc of this month's event from the mansion spirits, Grantaire has set his sights on a much more organic event. He did as promised and improved upon Enjolras' early attempt at a flier. It even passed Apollo's judgment and was printed. So now Grantaire is dutifully walking around the mansion with a stack of fliers to post them in whatever public areas he comes across, even venturing outside to hang them up in outbuildings, and enough were printed that there are plenty of extras to be handed out personally if anyone seems curious.

He's of course sure not everyone will come, but the more people do, the more it will seem right, as far as he's concerned, so he's perfectly willing to pitch the event to anyone who seems the least bit amenable to one. Apparently he can stay on task with proper motivation.

Comments

[untamedantinous]

"Well, neither does mine almost all of the time."

[futaille]

"Which is ridiculous." He reaches up and plays with Enjolras' curls a little bit. "His standards are flawed."

[untamedantinous]

He lets his eyes drift closed, enjoying the feeling of Grantaire's fingers against his scalp. "Fashion tends to be so."

[futaille]

He smiles a little, continuing to play with his hair. "Depends on the fashion. Men are fickle creatures, so fashion's fickle too."

[untamedantinous]

"None of the ones I know are," he says contentedly, sliding down to rest against Grantaire's shoulder comfortably. "Not even you."

[futaille]

He presses a soft kiss to Enjolras' hair even as his hand continues to lightly play with it. "You only say that because you're one of the things I can't change about."

[untamedantinous]

Lucien makes a soft content noise. "No, I say it because it is true."

[futaille]

"Oh, of course," he says breezily. "Steadfast and unchanging, that's me."

[untamedantinous]

"I would say stubborn, but certainly steadfast."

[futaille]

"I will certainly agree to the stubbornness, at least," he says with a smile.

[untamedantinous]

He doesn't open his eyes, but searches for Grantaire's other hand to press a soft kiss to it. "Steadfast."

[futaille]

"Mm, if you insist," he grumbles, but it's not a very vehement grumble. He's also kind of glad that Enjolras has his eyes closed so he can't see him blushing.

[untamedantinous]

"I do." He pats the hand he has captive, and snuggles a bit closer.

[futaille]

He smiles a little. "You're steadfast."

[untamedantinous]

"I am, yes," he agrees. "Some would say entirely too much."

[futaille]

"I don't know that I'd say entirely too much."

[untamedantinous]

"I have said it many times before, and I shall say it again: you are quite biased."

[futaille]

"Yes, this is a well-established fact at this point. I could make a pamphlet."

[untamedantinous]

He reddens just a little. "Pray do not, I think the entire world is well aware of your biases."

[futaille]

"That is true enough. I think on that particular topic I have become a pamphlet, with my opinions written in indelible ink on my face."

[untamedantinous]

"Yes, perhaps so."

[futaille]

"There are, I suppose, worse materials to use for a pamphlet. Glass, for instance. Perhaps an eggshell."

[untamedantinous]

"An eggshell would certainly be difficult to write on, yes."

[futaille]

"Oh, I was hardly even considering the writing. The distribution of it, however, would be extraordinarily difficult if you wanted to avoid breaking it."

[untamedantinous]

"Yes. I suppose it is good that that is not the case, then."