Remus / Sirius
They'd all known it hadn't really bothered Moony -- all of their talking and laughing and bickering and sometimes even rolling around while play fighting. If Remus had actually been worried about getting work done and being undisturbed, he well knew where the library was and how to use it. And sometimes he had. But most of the time, he was a fine multitasker, and Sirius hadn't missed his secret little smiles when Sirius and James had gotten a little too boisterous. Sirius had kind of lived for those smiles, back then. Had liked imagining they were just for him, even if sometimes they simply hadn't been.
And even now, Remus was something of a bookwork, but he was never bothered by Sirius and the fact that he didn't sit or stand still, that he squirmed around, sat backward and upside down on the couch, moved in and out of Remus' lap on and off and rolled around on the floor like a loon, all while chattering nonstop.
It was just sort of how they were, and it worked.
"Hmm?" Sirius asked, biscuit already squirreled away in his cheek even as he shot Remus a chocolatey sort of grin, and then leaned over to steal a kiss, leaving behind crumbs and chocolate and zero shame at all.
"What should we do after this?" He asked, leaving the biscuits out, but moving to toss all manner of things into Remus' endless charmed bag -- big cans and large and packages of rice and oats and snack foods -- it wasn't like the bag was going to be any heavier when he was done. "Some cooking things," he agreed with a nod, gesturing to the pots and pans. "There're new folks in town rather down on their kitchen luck," he figured out loud -- clearly pleased with Remus having gotten over his concerns on taking.
He paused after tossing another little something into the bag, and mid-bite through another cookie when he heard a clattering noise outside the room they were in. "--The staff?" He wondered lightly.