[ The three weeks that have past have made Enjolras-- well, complacent isn't quite the right word, but certainly more lax than he should be with his own security after his strange, hostile encounter on the back streets of Paris. Part of this just boils down to an obvious character flaw; where Courfeyrac has offered to disseminate the photo he snapped and Combeferre has drafted contingency security plans in conjunction with Bahorel, Enjolras has been stubbornly resolute in his desire to maintain his normal pattern of life to maintain public pressure ahead of the next legislative assembly.
It's this lack of self-preservation that finds him the last to leave their not-so clandestine meeting location this week despite the repeated insistence of his friends. Unperturbed, he packs up the last of his things in a leather messenger back and slings it over his shoulder before heading to the backstage door (the front having been locked by an irate owner upon Combeferre's departure 30 minutes prior.) The night air is colder than he expects, and he takes a sharp inhale of breath at the shock of the chill, propping the door open with his shoulder to pull out his scarf from his bag. ]
casually parkours out of doing another starter
It's this lack of self-preservation that finds him the last to leave their not-so clandestine meeting location this week despite the repeated insistence of his friends. Unperturbed, he packs up the last of his things in a leather messenger back and slings it over his shoulder before heading to the backstage door (the front having been locked by an irate owner upon Combeferre's departure 30 minutes prior.) The night air is colder than he expects, and he takes a sharp inhale of breath at the shock of the chill, propping the door open with his shoulder to pull out his scarf from his bag. ]