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[There seems to be an unfamiliar (unless, that is, you're Lupin) teenager wandering around the town, glancing at the shops and such thoughtfully. Despite how he may have acted towards Remus on the matter, Sirius had every intention of getting a job. . .He wasn't about to let Remus do all the work, after all. He just wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He swept back an ebony bang from in front of cool gray eyes as he thought on the matter, hand shoved in his pocket. He couldn't think of anything in particular that he really wanted to do. . .and maybe his little walk would give him some idea.]

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[He didn't fail to notice this sudden change in mood, brow furrowing slightly. He hadn't really meant anything by it. . . a few seconds debate though and that grin is back and he's moving towards you.]

". . Oh. . So I guess to win you over I'd have to do something a little more. . . drastic. You're just too smart for my charming wit. . ."

[. . Ohwhatthehellitmightproveentertaining. He's going to be trying to kiss you now.]

{That will be you succeeding because he's in shock, at least he is for a second or two before his lips press back against yours tentatively.}

[This was. . not quite what he'd. . but. . . He wasn't sure why. . but. . he really. . didn't mind this reaction so much. He was kissing a bloke - Moony no less - and he was finding that. . it. . really. . wasn't so bad. . . It's his turn to blush a little now, allowing the kiss to continue. You might feel that his heart rate has gone through the roof. . .and this really was not what he'd meant to happen. He had expected you to push him away, or . . well. . something. But not kiss him back. .]

{Oh merlin. You're still kissing him. He thought for sure after he responded you'd say just joking and shove him off playfully.

This was....bloody fantastic. Unconsciously, his hands came up to grasp at your shirt.}

[After a couple more moments, he's going to break the kiss, though his cheeks were still tinged with pink. . and his breathing is a bit irregular. He's going to give a nervous sort of grin.]

" . . S-So. . uh. . .that win you over. . a bit better than my. . uhhh. .'witty charm'?"

[. . It's painfully obvious that he was nervous. Normally, he was pretty adept at hiding that particular emotion. But then again, normally. He wouldn't have been kissing another bloke and enjoying it. He was a little shaken by this, because he had been quite convinced that he was, thank you very much, perfectly straight. He even had some pretty bikini-clad muggle women permanently adorning his room walls in Grimauld Place. ~~Althoughadmittedlyalotofthatwasprobablyjusttopissoffhisparents...~~ He was concerning himself a little bit by this sudden thought that he might not have been quite what he thought he was . . Or. . Oh, bloody hell. He didn't even know at this point.]

Quite a bit better I'd say.

{Shaky grin here. He's waiting for you to tell him it was a joke and that you're going to look for a bird now. He thinks his knees might give out if you pull away too quickly.

He knew there was a good chance he was a bloody poofter. He just hadn't ever got the chance to confirm it before now and bloody hell had he confirmed it.}

[ . . But what you're waiting for isn't quite going to happen. It started out as a joke, yes. . .But now. .Well. He didn't even know - he didn't know himself and this was causing a bit of mental freaking-the-fuck-out on his part. Part of him somewhat wished James was here so he could talk to him about it. Sure, he'd have to endure some teasing about it, but regardless he felt certain that the man he viewed as his brother would help him sort things out.]

" . . . T-That's what. . I thought. No one can deny my awesome snogging skills."

[. . He was aware of how nervous his voice still sounded and that was driving him a little nuts.]

{He can tell you're not getting any better. You haven't pushed him away but that's probably because you're still thinking of him as a friend. He's not going to make you uncomfortable anymore. In fact he's going to marvelously cover this up.

He snorts.}

Awesome? I could think of some other words for snogging a bloke.

{Marauder-y grin here and bloody hell it's the best fake face he's ever pulled, and he's pulled a lot of fake faces.}

Shall we agree not to go that far on a joke to prove our point again?

[ . . He should have felt relieved at these words, but really some part of him didn't feel it. He was actually. . somewhat hurt by it. Well, your first statement anyways. 'I could think of some other words for snogging a bloke.' But regardless he'll pull away, trying to pretend not only to you but also himself that those words were nothing more than what you meant them - a little joke. And trying to convince himself that's precisely how he's taking it. This was all just a joke. . right?]

". . Alright, alright."

[ . . This had been a terrible idea, really.]

{There. He knew that was exactly what you were looking for even if the wolf in the back of his mind and even the rational part of him are arguing that he didn't give you the right sort of credit.

He smiles.}

There, now we're fine and I've got to go to work. I'll ask them about hiring you too, and you can perhaps drop by later to see if they'd like to interview you or something like that.

[. . But he didn't really think everything was fine now. He wasn't going to admit it to anyone, and he wasn't entirely admitting it to himself. . . Part of him felt like raising an objection to that statement, but instead. . . ]

" . . Yeah, alright. Thanks, mate."

[He's managed to give you his usual grin though, pretending like nothing at all was bothering him.] '

". . Don't over work yourself now, Moony~"

{Have a smile, it's very nearly a natural one.}

Me, overwork? Never.

{Walking off.}

". . Later, then."

[ . . As he's watching your retreating back, he feels like there's something more he really wants to say. . But he isn't really sure what that is and instead decides to just watch you walk off, an odd little expression on his face. He doesn't even know what's gotten into him at this point. . .but after a few moments, he too starts to walk away - though towards their apartment instead. What the hell was wrong with him?]

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