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[novumlupine]

[He has a home now that needs decorating. To accomplish this, Remus has a large box that he has propped up on the floor with an Undetectable Extension Charm on it. He is also surrounded on all sides with a variety of different sorts of furnishings, in many styles. He wanders around the maze sipping his tea until he sees something that seems suitable and then he taps it with his wand and it waddles off toward the large box, disappearing inside. Apologies if that chest of drawers is pushy or the hopping ottoman tripped you up. Furniture - no manners.]

Comments

[novumlupine]

I'm sure it won't be difficult. I doubt either of us is particular in those areas.


... Hm. Except, perhaps, for the sheets.

[thirdtimelucky]

Flannel. Best for sleeping naked.

[novumlupine]

But the static, Padfoot.

[thirdtimelucky]

Proper flannel won't be too static-y. Is that a word? I don't think that's a word... Anyway, it'll be nice to sleep on after it's been washed a few times, I promise.

[novumlupine]

It isn't, and you seemed perfectly comfortable last night in cotton. You know, fabric is a real commitment, Sirius, and it deserves your respect.

[thirdtimelucky]

Yeah, but I'm thinking of winter! Cotton is fine for now... unless you'd rather have silk.

[novumlupine]

Silk has... certain connotations. [Ones that sound wonderful, but you won't hear him admit that.]

How about two sets, cotton and flannel.

[thirdtimelucky]

Does it really? I had no idea, you should enlighten me. [He doesn't have to admit he likes them, but he should tell Sirius what they are so he can like them, too. Despite the fact he already knows.]

Fine with me. Red and gold! [He jests!]

[novumlupine]

As enticing an invitation as that is, I'll have to decline.

Blue.

[thirdtimelucky]

Spoilsport.

Blue? To brighten the grey of my eyes? Moony, you're such a romantic.

[novumlupine]

Padfoot, what colour are my eyes?

[thirdtimelucky]

Blue.


Oh. But you can't see them, you'll be looking at mine! You need browns to make your eyes pop.

...how do I even know this?

[novumlupine]

Seriously. Even you know more than I do about fashion, this is ridiculous.

[thirdtimelucky]

Who cares about fashion? I like you in anything you wear. Or don't wear.

[novumlupine]

Not even if it was a narrower lapel?

[thirdtimelucky]

...your lapels are fine? I guess they could be narrower, but it's not like you're wearing a suit every day, so.

[novumlupine]

Good to know.

[thirdtimelucky]

You just tricked me into agreeing with Narcissa again, didn't you.

[novumlupine]

Oh, I may have.

[thirdtimelucky]

Devious.

[novumlupine]

A bit. Clever, mostly.

[thirdtimelucky]

Devious. [He almost sounds admiring.] What is the world coming to, I ask you.

[Peering into the pots and pans. Can he eat yet? Can he have a snack? Can he snack on-- halting that train of thought. But when is the foooood ready he's been very patient and really wants lasagne. Really.]

[novumlupine]

[After mixing up a ricotta mixture, Remus has spent the last few minutes layering the meat sauce, noodles, and cheese in a large pan. He sees Sirius's hungry stalking and rolls his eyes. Homemade lasagne takes time! But he does scoop up some meat sauce onto his spoon and hold it out tauntingly for him.]

[thirdtimelucky]

[Well, hello... He'll just blow gently on that before sliding his tongue under the spoon to bring it to his lips, that then close over the sauce. Hands find Remus' hips - for balance, of course.]

...mmm, yum.

[novumlupine]

[Pretending not to be at all affected by that display.] Good?