[ACTION] sprawls out and gets comfortable in this post, IT'S BEEN SO LONNNNGatrumcanisDecember 20 2011, 14:37:52 UTC
[It's been long enough that Jack's been let out of the hospital, but Sirius still feels as if they're in there--only sometimes, only vaguely, a prickling at the back of his neck. It's not the hospital that he's feeling but more the way he felt while inside of it, the terrible skin-crawling depression of the place. Every time he starts to feel that, he does something distracting, he does something stupid.
There are times, even, when he's awake before Jack. It's not awake in the sense that he never went to sleep, either, not the way it used to be. He wakes up in the dead of night, just to be sure that Jack is all right, and then he isn't able to fall back asleep again. He just lays staring up at the dark ceiling.
This morning is different. This morning, he joins Jack wherever he is in the firehouse, Yorick bundled in his arms. The dog is clearly unhappy, and clearly wary about being carried, but Sirius is ignoring him.]
Oi. Jack. Look.
[And the reason for Yorick's uncomfortable expression becomes obvious nearly immediately. He's
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oh, YOU. 8)atrumcanisDecember 20 2011, 15:01:30 UTC
Here, hang on--
[He dumps Yorick into Jack's arms first, so he can shrug his coat on at least--and gloves, you have to have gloves--but then he takes the dog back readily enough. (It's just that he doesn't trust him not to scramble off and try to escape his torment, that's all.) All of that business concluded, he leads the way out the door, out into the snow.]
And if I wanted to torment him, I wouldn't put him in a coat. I'd bully him, as Padfoot. Simple.
Look you give me half an opportunity and I will pour love on you, you know this.cowboy_newsieDecember 20 2011, 15:04:35 UTC
[He follows, shivering happily, tilting his head up. It's a bit bright, but whatever, snow. Snow he can enjoy without actually having to see other people, it's brilliant. He sits on the stoop, grinning.]
yes and I love it so I guess I will keep giving you opportunities atrumcanisDecember 20 2011, 15:15:30 UTC
Don't rush me, darling.
[But he does. Yorick's paws start to scramble mid-air as he's lowered toward the pavement, as if he's going to gain traction and fly off--and at first he's not interested in the snow, he's only interested in turning on his own shoulder and trying to gnaw at the coat.]
Sigh what a life we lead.cowboy_newsieDecember 20 2011, 15:18:08 UTC
[Yorick growls at the rebuke and gnaws a bit more, just because he can-- but it's cold and he turns, taking a few steps toward Jack with a whine. Jack will surely save him, Jack will give him comfort and heat and maybe a biscuit--
--and then he pushes a paw into the snow. And suddenly the world changes.]
There he goes--
[Yorick freezes for a moment, unsure-- and then darts forward, plunging all four paws into the soft substance-- and then barks loudly, joyfully, and springs forward, leaping into the snow, yipping with excitement.]
THE BEST LIFE. I will regret the day (if it comes) that we lose our subject lines, what will we do!atrumcanisDecember 20 2011, 15:30:26 UTC
[Sirius comes over to sit on the stoop beside Jack, laughing. For once, Yorick isn't even concerned with the fact that he might be laughing at him. Instead, he plows merrily through the snow, biting at it, throwing himself into it, charging around and leaving rough little Yorick-shaped paths behind him.]
I do hate to see a dog in a coat, though. Just imagine, he could be getting all wet and dog-smelly right now.
Yeah no I'm not happy about that, HOW WILL WE TALK.cowboy_newsieDecember 20 2011, 15:53:32 UTC
And then I'd have to give him a bath, so bless the coat.
[He leans against Sirius, laughing as he watches Yorick. The dog is nearly in a frenzy right now, frantic to cover all the yard and explore every inch of the snow.]
Our lad's first snow. Ain't you glad I bought him home?
There are times, even, when he's awake before Jack. It's not awake in the sense that he never went to sleep, either, not the way it used to be. He wakes up in the dead of night, just to be sure that Jack is all right, and then he isn't able to fall back asleep again. He just lays staring up at the dark ceiling.
This morning is different. This morning, he joins Jack wherever he is in the firehouse, Yorick bundled in his arms. The dog is clearly unhappy, and clearly wary about being carried, but Sirius is ignoring him.]
Oi. Jack. Look.
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What did you do to our son?
[Yorick whines beseechingly at Jack, but he doesn't move.]
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Why, nothing at all. He's all ready, why aren't you!
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[He reaches forward, scratching Yorick's ears, laughing quietly as the dog wriggles impatiently.]
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[He shifts a bit, readjusting his grip on Yorick as the dog pushes against him, trying to break loose.]
He's currently ready for the snow.
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[He grins and leads the way to the closet, grabbing his coat and scarf and hat.]
Come on.
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[He dumps Yorick into Jack's arms first, so he can shrug his coat on at least--and gloves, you have to have gloves--but then he takes the dog back readily enough. (It's just that he doesn't trust him not to scramble off and try to escape his torment, that's all.) All of that business concluded, he leads the way out the door, out into the snow.]
And if I wanted to torment him, I wouldn't put him in a coat. I'd bully him, as Padfoot. Simple.
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Go on, set him down.
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[But he does. Yorick's paws start to scramble mid-air as he's lowered toward the pavement, as if he's going to gain traction and fly off--and at first he's not interested in the snow, he's only interested in turning on his own shoulder and trying to gnaw at the coat.]
Oi! Thickhead! Leave off with that!
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--and then he pushes a paw into the snow. And suddenly the world changes.]
There he goes--
[Yorick freezes for a moment, unsure-- and then darts forward, plunging all four paws into the soft substance-- and then barks loudly, joyfully, and springs forward, leaping into the snow, yipping with excitement.]
Worth the coat, ain't it!
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I do hate to see a dog in a coat, though. Just imagine, he could be getting all wet and dog-smelly right now.
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[He leans against Sirius, laughing as he watches Yorick. The dog is nearly in a frenzy right now, frantic to cover all the yard and explore every inch of the snow.]
Our lad's first snow. Ain't you glad I bought him home?
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Oh, I like that, just go on and take all the credit for it. Very nice.
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[The dog doesn't pay him any mind, though, still too excited over the snow. Currently he's rolling in it, yipping in excitement.]
I think we blew his mind.
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