[Just off to the side and out of reach of the lapping, stinking water stands none other than Gagnon's half-brother. He appears to have been a fresh arrival as well, but whether he showed up moments before or moments after Gagnon is a mystery. He appraises the gushing sewage with a dour grimace and a hand at his temple. His other hand clutches a crinkled-up pile of parchment fliers for Combeferre and Enjolras's fool advertisement.

He tosses a resolutely annoyed look at Gagnon (but not without a brief disgusted twitch of his lip at that vile dog of yours first).]

Apparently my inkling was too slow for this one. What the devil were you messaging me for? Tell me quickly, I shall have to run soon.