...except Yoshiko knows fuckall about politics. When she enters Grantaire's dream, most of what she does is smile and nod, laughing along with the rest, spending most of the time chatting with the person closest to her age: this kid, Gav-something. French was never her forte and it certainly isn't now.
Fortunately (or not), the fog pools in and Yoshiko has to change the conversation. And the person who's noticed is...oh. That guy. She frowns a little as she looks over at Grantaire. Still, she said she'd do this, so she's going to do this.Yoshiko asks, as she walks over towards Grantaire. She plops down in a nearby seat, looking over at him. ] You've probably had too much to drink. Everything's fine.
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...except Yoshiko knows fuckall about politics. When she enters Grantaire's dream, most of what she does is smile and nod, laughing along with the rest, spending most of the time chatting with the person closest to her age: this kid, Gav-something. French was never her forte and it certainly isn't now.
Fortunately (or not), the fog pools in and Yoshiko has to change the conversation. And the person who's noticed is...oh. That guy. She frowns a little as she looks over at Grantaire. Still, she said she'd do this, so she's going to do this.Yoshiko asks, as she walks over towards Grantaire. She plops down in a nearby seat, looking over at him. ] You've probably had too much to drink. Everything's fine.