WHO: Sirius Black...AND YOU?
WHERE: A) His warehouse, B) Sandust Bookstore, C) Xavier's Institute, D) Central Park
WHEN: Anytime over the weekend
WARNINGS: YOU HAVE ALL HEARD SIRIUS TALK BY NOW.
SUMMARY: General post for CR purposes!
FORMAT: Paragraph, but I ain't picky
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A) The warehouse... )
So that of course meant he needed to bother Sirius]
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"Oh. Hullo, Hiruma."
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"What the hell are you doing, fucking dogbreath?"
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One more jump and a twist, and he hauls the thing upright. It balances for a moment with him atop it, arms out to his sides, frowning in concentration, then swings upside down again.
"Hmm."
That's apparently enough of that, and Sirius just drops directly off of the floating motorcycle and onto his back. Ow. Concrete floors are hard.
"Don't suppose you want to give it a try?"
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He raises his eyebrows, arms folded, at that brilliant display of... grace? Yeah. So graceful.
"I think I'll pass, man. Not that it doesn't look... ya know. Fun."
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Scrabbling up, Sirius runs over to the more-obviously-magical area of the warehouse, and snatches a big, old-fashioned twig broom off of a stand. This is apparently supposed to be impressive.
"Genius! I have reverse-engineered a fully-functional racing broom. James helped, of course. And maybe Remus also, but they're not here so screw 'em."
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And Hiruma, in turn, snatches the broom right out of Sirius' mits. And looks it over. It looks like a branch with twigs tied to the end. Hiruma arches a dark brow and shoves it back at Sirius.
"This thing looks like it ain't even fuckin' fit to sweep with. So if you're going to take all the credit for it, prove that it works," his words are a bit harsh, but his grin is firmly in place. C'mon Sirius. Let's see it.
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