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Sirius woke up sprawled in a quite undignified manner on top of his bed, the blankets wrapped so tightly around his long body it was rather like being in a straight jacket. As he dragged himself reluctantly back to the land of the living, a sudden, unexpected wave of claustrophobia crashed over him, and he flailed, struggling to free himself. He hadn't been a fan of enclosed spaces since Moony had shared the news of his future to him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers curling around the mattress, Sirius took a moment to breathe, staring vaguely at his feet before taking a final lungful of air and pushing himself up off the bed. He found that if he thought too much at the moment, it tended to put a dampener on his good mood...

Loping elegantly into the main room, Sirius paused to bring the flat of his hand down on a battered radio, which coughed and spluttered dangerously into life, pumping some cheesy pop song into the morning air. Sirius seemed to consider the kitchen for a moment, before scoffing and turning to the window, where a full ashtray and a half finished box of cigarettes rested temptingly. He'd promised Lils he'd quit once the baby was born, and although she and Prongs seemed under the impression that that was, well, now, Padfoot himself maintained that until he'd seen the kid, it didn't count. So he slid the window open, cigarette dangling comically from his lips, and shoved his head out. Automatically, he scanned the pavement below for his bike. A rogue fly zipped across the room as Sirius noticed something.

There was someone looking at his beautiful, perfect motorbike. Well, at least they had taste. But if they touched it he would, sadly, be forced to hex them.

Sirius frowned, plucking the unlit cigarette from his lips and staring down, bottom lip caught between his teeth. From this distance, it was hard to tell, but it looked an awful lot like... A wide, wicked grin cracked the young man's features, and a moment later he had slammed the window closed and was bounding down the stairs towards the street, forcing his head through a t-shirt as he jumped the last five steps and all but exploded out onto the street. Bloody Potters. Honestly. They were breeding like rabbits. And people had said he was the one with the raging libido...

"Alright?" Sirius drawled, grin fixed firmly in place as he came up behind the newcomer. One dark, arching eyebrow lifted a fraction. "See anything you like?" He realized he was still absently spinning the unlit cigarette between his fingers.