sirenspull_logs | Old habits die hard...

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Old habits die hard...

Who: Eponine and anyone who happens upon her
When: May 21st
Where: Sector 5
Summary: Eponine, terrified that the luxury of the newcomers' apartments will be snatched away from her, is up to her old tricks. She's found the richest area of town she could, and is on the look out for anyone she can pickpocket or who would be interested in 'entertainment'.
Warnings: Eponine will try her best to pick your pockets. So, I guess, if you're the type to swear... language?

Eponine had been in Sirens Port for a few days now. She didn't really understand what had happened, how she'd ended up here, or why. Or really, where here was.
But in her opinion, ANYWHERE was better than France. Especially when that 'anywhere' provided her with the most luxurious room she had ever had all to herself, AND gave her food. It was more than Eponine had ever dared to dream would become a reality for herself.

But Eponine was all too aware that dreams ended. And she was determined, that when this dream ended, she wouldn't be thrown back into a nightmare empty handed.

Which was why she was stood in the shadows of Region 5. After exploring, she had determined that this was a more affluent area of town, and the people here more likely to be carrying valuables. She stood, waiting patiently, for a target to walk past. And then, on silent feet, and with a featherlight touch, Eponine would be pushing her hand into their pockets to take anything she could.

((ooc: So Eponine is pickpocketing. Feel free to catch her nicking your stuff; I have an open-write policy, so I will go with whatever you dream up for her!))

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Bribe her with edible stuff, why don't you?

She goes to sit by him on the sofa, close to him.

"Drink, monsieur. It will make you feel better. And later, I will make you a broth to sip so you don't starve."

She looks at the can curiously. "Such a funny noise. Is it a drink?"

"Mhm. It tastes best when it's cold, so don't let it get warm." He takes a small sip of water, himself. The lemonade would probably be too sweet at the moment, though the comment about making him broth gets another smile out of him.

"I really stumbled over the right kind of girl."

Not that she can cook... But she can boil things down and turn them into mushes that will feed more people.

She takes the can. "I drink from the little hole?"
Without waiting for an answer, she takes a sip, and only just manages to stop from spitting it out.
"Monsieur. It is..."
What is it? She means fizzy, but she's never experienced fizz before.
"But lovely." She takes another sip, and then more, before she burps loudly.
"Sorry... I will be quiet now. Monsieur. You must rest."

Yosuke snorts at that, not particularly attractive himself at the moment, but definitely amused. "I didn't know girls could do that." He teases.

He stretches, tired but content, and curls up on himself again. This time he curls his knees up to the side so he can face Eponine, and watch her spazzing over the lemonade.

She smiles, embarrassed when she sees him shift, and reaches out a hand to touch his forehead.

"You are hot, monsieur. I will be a moment."
She gets the other water and brings the glass bachk. She sits on the sofa again, and reaches for the rag on Yosuke's head. This she plunges into the water, before re-applying.

"Close your eyes, monsieur. Even if not to sleep."
She watches him, unsure really what to do for an ill person. When she was ill, her family abandoned her under the bridge to either recover or die, and they weren't particularly bothered about the outcome. But Eponine obviously couldn't abandon Yosuke now. Did she stroke his hair? Have sex to make him forget? Sing? Or knock him out and rob him blind?

Definitely not that last one.

Yosuke leaned willingly into Eponine's touch, though he peeked through his eyelashes even when she asked him to close his eyes. "I could find you something to change into, since you ruined your skirt."

He didn't feel completely well, but he definitely felt better than when he'd been trying to climb the stairs. Even his stomach wasn't as topsy turvy as it had been when they'd been working to reach the landing. "And there's a shower. The citrus soap is mine."

It was probably a bit rude to point out how dirty Eponine was, but in his feverish state Yosuke didn't seem to be aware of it.

She stroked his hair gently.

"Do not stir, monsieur. I will be a moment if you wish me to be clean."

To her, it wasn't an odd request. Some of the fancier men often made her wash before they had their way with her, and she was never offended. In fact, she liked that bit most.

She got up immediately, and found the bathroom. She stripped, leaving her filthy clothes on the floor, before climbing into the shower. It took a moment for Eponine to work out how to turn it on, but when water burst forth, she giggled loudly.

"Monsieur, it is a waterfall!" She called loudly.
But this wasn't the time to luxuriate in the water. She soaped herself quickly, and scrubbed herself down with her tatty scarf.She soaped her hair too - probably making it look greasier than ever, but she tried at least. At least she smelled clean.

Yosuke enjoyed his hair being stroked. If he'd been a cat, he would have been purring loudly, in fact. Since he was a boy instead, he just sighed and leaned into it, enjoying it thoroughly for a moment before Eponine got up, promising to bathe.

He blinked at the comment about the waterfall, a bit confused. Well, if she was making a mess in there he'd just clean it up later. It was worth it, to have a girl fussing over him. He snorted quietly, amused again, and curled up into the sofa a bit while he waited. This was the good kind of chaos.

She got dressed quickly, towelling herself on her old skirt, before dragging both chemise and skirt over her damp body. She didn't know what to do about her hair, so she flipped it over her shoulder and and let the water soak through her chemise.

She went back to find Yosuke.
"I am done now, monsieur. Thank you. Is there anything you wish for?"

"Oh." He took in the dripping wet girl, a bit surprised. He forgot to find her a change of clothes, and she hadn't even used a towel. He got up from the sofa, and set aside the bit of her skirt she'd put on his head for him. For a moment he stared, unhelpfully, at the way her clothes clung to her wet body. Then he shook his head a bit, trying to clear the haze that girls always gave him, and went to get a towel from the closet. He held it out to her almost shyly, still a bit dazed, and licked his lips. "You, uh. You're wet. Here..."

She took the towel gingerly.

"I do not want to get it dirty, monsieur. And besides, it is only my hair."

She did towel the rest of her body reasonably well on her skirt. She pretended not to see his looks though, and acted normally.

"Now you, monsieur. You must lie back. You will not get well stood up. Come."

She tried to take his hand to move him back to the sofa.

"It's fine, I'll make Gilbert clean it." He mumbles, in reference to the towel. Yosuke is just a typical kid, so he doesn't have any servants like some of Eponine's typical clients may, but he's hopeless at most chores, so he appropriates someone else's servant -and a friend of his-from time to time.

He does follow willingly where Eponine leads him, however. He'd probably follow her just about anywhere, as long as there weren't more stairs involved. He sits obediently on the sofa, and waits for her to turn on the tv, or finish the lemonade, or whatever she feels like doing. It's undeniably nice to have a bit of company.

She didn't know what a TV was, so sorry, Yosuke, that will be remaining off. She wasn't particularly keen on the lemonade either, though she would drink it anyway.
She placed the towel about her shoulders like a cape, so it soaked up some of the water from her dripping hair.

"Now, monsieur, lie down, and let me apply the cold water. Is there more I can do to make you better?"

Yosuke leans back rather than lying down, but he doesn't let go of her hand. "Yeah. You can relax. I feel better just because you're here." He says, not bothering to pretend he isn't flirting. He is sincere in wanting Eponine to be comfortable, however. And he even offers her a slightly ridiculous compliment, considering it's his soap she just used. "You smell nice."

She curls up next to him, tucking her feet beneath her, and under her skirt. She reaches to stroke his hair again.

"When I was very little, and my mother - well, she had a song for us, and she used to stroke round our faces."

She moved a little closer, touching the parts of his face as she said them.

"Start in the middle of our forehead, and go outwards, down past the ears, over the cheeks to the chin and up. Down the nose and round the eyes, and then down and around the lips. I do not remember the words, but I remember the tune. It was magic; it always made me feel better."

As she continued to stroke gently, calloused fingers lightly touching his skin, she began to hum a soft lullaby medley quietly.

Yosuke didn't know the tune or the game, but he understood taking comfort in remembering a mother's gentle touch. Maybe he'd been reading the signals wrong. Maybe she didn't want to cuddle. Maybe she'd just seen a sick man on his own and felt motherly toward him. In that case, it definitely wouldn't do to ask if he could kiss her.

So he licked his lips again, and tried to come up with a way to test her without being too obvious. Given that he wasn't thinking clearly, it was more difficult than usual to be clever and subtle. Honestly, subtle had never been his thing in the first place. But he hummed appreciatively at the gesture, and cupped her face with one slightly clammy hand.

Never motherly was Eponine. Mme Thenardier wasn't exactly a good role model for a mother. And so, when he cupped her face, she did what was expected of her, and bent her face to his, kissing first his forehead, and then his lips.

His heart kicked up almost immediately. Right, okay. She wasn't here to mother him. Now, what was he supposed to do? His eyes went wide for a second, panicked, but rather than try to slow things down he leapt eagerly in. Okay, so he should kiss back. How did it go? Move his lips against hers, right? He could do that.

So he did, sitting forward a bit and by instinct finding a slightly better angle. But where should he put his other hand? On her waist, maybe? He tried it, and braced himself for a slap.

It was sad, really. Eponine had begun to hope that Yosuke wasn't like other men, that he actually wanted her friendship rather than her body. But having seen the way he stared when she had appeared after the shower - it was over.

She didn't slap his hand away, and rested her own hands on him, one in his hair, and the other on his shoulder. She continued to kiss him, not pressing him any further. He was paying her, after all, and so it was only right that he dictated his entertainment.

Yosuke took the reciprocation and general lack of slapping as encouragement. He would have felt guilty if he'd been able to see Eponine's thoughts of course, but since he couldn't, he was thrilled instead. Practically tingling with excitement, and the same urges that all healthy young men his age shared. As far as he was concerned, it was simply his lucky day at long, long last. Even after a horrible string of unfortunate incidents, if there were girls willing to kiss him in the world, it was suddenly a brighter place.

He ran his fingers up and down her flank, gently, as he broke the kiss off to catch his breath for a second. But rather than pulling away from her, he leaned his forehead against hers and nuzzled her cheek with his nose, forgetting that his fever probably made that uncomfortable for her, rather than pleasant.

"You're so soft." He mumbled, meaning it as a compliment. It was only half trus, given her callouses and the fact that she was easily as bony as he was, maybe even worse under all those clothes. But she had a woman's curves, and long hair that would be luxurious if it were healthier, better cared for. In fact, he was pretty sure shed be beautiful all over once she got settled in and was taking proper care of herself.

Soft? Eponine had never been called soft before. Her body was angular beneath her clothes, with ribs and hip bones jutting. But if he didn't mind bendy...

"Thank you, monsieur... And you are a good kisser. Amazing."

She let him touch her, and put up with the sweaty grip... Maybe if she gets a cold, she can demand more money? She herself moved her hands, stroking though his hair, and along his collar bone. She was kneeling right over him now, waiting for his next move.

"You like it?" Yosuke's heart leaped in his chest again at the compliment. He'd been hoping it wasn't too bad for her, and that didn't sound bad at all. He was too excited by the comment to wait for an answer, and went back to kissing her fervently, both hands at her waist now. He mist be better at this than he thought, thank the gods. He definitely didn't want to dossapoint her, after she'd been so kind to him.

She kissed him back, to commute that she did indeed like it - nay love it. One of her hands went back to his hair, and she stroked through it, feeling his burning forehead. This boy was ill. Obviously. But if this would take his mind off the fever, perhaps...

She allowed her hand to trail down from his hair, and down his side, and then back to his chest. She closed her eyes, imagining, as always, Marius' face. Marius' body.

Yosuke hummed softly and rubbed circles around Eponine's hip bone with the pad of his thumb. He tilted his head, still trying out angles, eager to touch as much of her as possible, kiss as much of her as possible. He didn't attempt to deepen the kiss yet, since he wasn't entirely sure how to go about it. But his other hand stroked her side as she trailed hers over him, almost a pet, just a gentle and rather obviously inexperienced caress.

"Thank you." he mumbled belatedly against her lips. But he didn't even mean for the compliment, although that had been nice to hear. He meant for the walk home, and the help up the stairs, and the water, and the kiss itself.

If Eponine hadn't learned a long time ago that men - and especially inexperienced or nervous men - didn't like being laughed at, she'd be giggling now. He was so nervous, obviously inexperienced. She leaned up a little - the last thing she wanted was to be accused of taking advantage of a sick teenager.

"Monsieur, are you sure you want to do this?"

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