Are you fucking Sirius? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beingsirius) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
They might both be able to afford a third or forth round, considering that money didn't seem to mean much of anything in this place. Everything was based on kindness, favors and trade. Sirius rather liked that. He could do some transfigure work, or scavenging in another world, and in turn get snacks or drinks or clothes without needing to too much else. It felt strangely honest, in a way. And strange, because Sirius was used to just... having more than most, sort of. It wasn't bad, though. Not even a little.
But that... was not really the point right here, right now. It was more to do with The Thing. The Thing, and the little stars on Remus' shift, which probably didn't actually have anything to do with him, but he liked to think so anyway. Sirius leaned forward, elbows on the table, and eyebrows lifting playfully. "Whatever I desire?" He parroted, amused. It felt too easy. Or not easy enough. He never really knew which was which. "Surprise me, Moony."