full moon with moon moon [partially open]

[wolfymcwolf]

Who: Remus Lupin and ???
What: so the full moon's a thing
When: [FORWARD DATED] September 1 - 3
Where: around diagon alley, remus' flat
Warning: Will update as necessary, preemptive warning for usual full-moon injuries.

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[wolfymcwolf]

[Remus tries not to be bitter over his friends' wealth, especially because Sirius and James have always been all too willing to share it, but sometimes-- sometimes.

He can't even fully explain why Sirius choosing to have nothing to do but work on his bike most days irritates him, but it does. And then he wonders if Sirius is only here because he has nothing else to do, and oh bloody fucking hell why is he always like this? Can't just be grateful for one day, can you Lupin?

He shrinks into himself even more, if that's even possible.] Right... [A pause] If you'd rather do that, I can take it from here. You've already done plenty for me. [He doesn't want Sirius to go, but...]

[lechiennoir]

[Sirius turns, lifting his eyebrows a tad.] Did I say I wanted to go? You've got me as long as you want me, Remus, you know that. [He'll happily hang out all day and Padfoot will likely beg for pets, but - really, there's nowhere he'd rather be at the current time.]

[wolfymcwolf]

[Remus knows he's a bit-- emotionally squishy, for lack of any better term, the day after the full moon, so he tries (rather valiantly) not to read too much into things. It doesn't always work. He picks at a bit of fuzz on the blanket, feeling ridiculous.] I think I might have a nap, after the tea, I mean. If you want to join. You make a good pillow. [As Padfoot, anyway. Well, probably normally as well, but Padfoot is the safer option.]

[lechiennoir]

[The tea's ready now, or at least the water's boiling, and he pours it into some mugs before turning back to Remus.] Alright. [With a quick grin.] I like being your pillow. Or, well, Padfoot does, I guess.

Not that I mind it, either.

[wolfymcwolf]

[He manages a smile, reaching out for one of the mugs before settling back onto the couch with a poorly hidden wince.] Well, you get plenty of ear scratches for your trouble, so that's no surprise. [He takes a perfunctory sip of the tea, then simply lets the mug warm his hands. Food and drink are a good idea in theory, but his appetite hasn't quite returned yet.] I could put on some music for you, so you at least have that. [He still feels vaguely guilty for not being better company. He still always feels like he should be some manner of entertaining, to make up for how troublesome he is, instead of just tired and sore and boring.]

[lechiennoir]

You're the best at ear scratches. Just in case you'd forgotten. [Hand-warming is good, too. Partially why Sirius made the tea in the first place.]

If you'd like. I don't mind talking to you, Moony. Or sitting. Whatever you're up for.