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, |
Sirius considered that question with the sort of gravity that he might not normally. Really, they'd just gotten here but this was just a pub, and it wasn't like Remus and him hadn't seen one or five of those before (even if this one was new and quite possibly the new most interesting thing in Starklandia). But the curiosities they were speaking of weren't going to be found behind the bar or on the weird screen across the room (even if Sirius didn't really know what it was, and did want to find out at some point). No, it wasn't what was currently on his mind, or what he had in mind.
He smiled behind his mug and then tilted his head one way and then the other like he had a decision to make. Which-- actually. He kind of did. Now or later? Never wasn't in the cards and wasn't any kind of choice at all. The Thing was there, and always would be.
"Think we could take a bottle to go?" He asked, bolstered by Remus' coyness. "Maybe see the sights from the roof?"