Feuilly having a nice morning?:D (also I hope your trip goes really smoothly!)

somuchbetterthanthat:

Thank you i hope so too!!

It surprised Feuilly when he looked at his watch and realized that it was almost nine am already. He was not used to sleeping in or, indeed, to being wake up by the booming laughter of Bahorel rather than by his alarm clock and the radio. He opened his eyes, and startled when someone grabbed his arm and mumbled against him “not yet”

He glanced at his side. Courfeyrac, eyes still heavy with sleep, was nuzzling his shoulder. That’s when it hit Feuilly all over – he was in holidays. He was in Croatia, with his friends – there would be no work for the entire week, just a long list of museums and towns to visit, people to talk to, places to be amazed at.

He grinned and rose, ignoring Courfeyrac’s moan.

“Get up,” he said. “I’m sure everybody else will be waiting for us.”

“Liar,” muttered Courfeyrac, though he seemed less to reluctant to get up faced with Feuilly’s sudden enthusiasm. “You know Joly and Bossuet just like I do. They’ll sleep in.”

“But imagine the surprise of everybody if you come outside with me, so early,” Feuilly pointed out, and got out of the bed quickly, raising an eyebrow at Courfeyrac, who snorted. “Fine,” he said. “Go ahead, i’ll be right behind you.”

Feuilly was pretty sure Courfeyrac wouldn’t, but now that reality had settled in once more, he couldn’t wait. He got out of the little room they shared, and moved to where all the chatting seemed to come from, the terrasse. Outside, it was warm, and sunny, though there was just enough fresh air not to be uncomfortable. Enjolras, Bahorel, Jehan and Combeferre were all up. Grantaire was technically there too, though he seemed to be finishing his night against Jehan’s shoulder.

“Feuilly,” said Enjolras immediately. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Very,” said Feuilly. “Courfeyrac said he’d joined us soon. Are we waiting for everybody to be up to chose what we’re doing today? There’s the museum we saw when we arrived last night -”

“We have the maps and plans out,” said Combeferre.

“But first, breakfast,” said Bahorel firmly. “Sit down. Your enthusiasm will not be enough to sustain you. You need coffee and some pastries. Most important meal of the day, don’t forget”

“Yes mom,” said Feuilly fond and happy, and sat next to Enjolras, who took a sip of his coffee, and subtly offered him a guide book under the table as soon as Bahorel went back to discussing with Jehan.

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