Closed RP with everso_boring
[[After this, and also a brief AIM conversation. :3]]
Fuck all. He'd just wanted it to go so well for him and-- Well, quite obviously it didn't.
He was useless over in Braintree, he was useless behind a fucking keyboard and talking about something like that over AIM of all things. He'd been bunking down on a Saturday night like a crazy person - there'd been some nice rain so he and James had been trapped inside. Trapped inside, of course, meant boxers time - Sirius had a vest with his too, of course, over a Chudley Cannons shirt, and a fedora! Rather dashing and all. Much more dashing than silly Prongs in his silly lack of shirt, falling all over him and being Prongs-y while Sirius was trying to type until he'd had to take the laptop into the next room and--
This was not the point, the point here was that he had wrestled trousers on fast as he could, hardly expressed any means of explanation - not like the bloke could Apparate after him, so just some lame excuse about needing fags at the store - and cursed his slow shoe-tying skills before he'd disappeared off. Probably more haphazardly than he should have, he was bloody lucky he hadn't lost an arm or something, but-- There, he was there - in a bush, beside the tree, before he'd climbed out and gotten beside said tree. And.
Fucking hell, this was going to be rough. Sirius threaded his fingers through his hair.
Fuck all. He'd just wanted it to go so well for him and-- Well, quite obviously it didn't.
He was useless over in Braintree, he was useless behind a fucking keyboard and talking about something like that over AIM of all things. He'd been bunking down on a Saturday night like a crazy person - there'd been some nice rain so he and James had been trapped inside. Trapped inside, of course, meant boxers time - Sirius had a vest with his too, of course, over a Chudley Cannons shirt, and a fedora! Rather dashing and all. Much more dashing than silly Prongs in his silly lack of shirt, falling all over him and being Prongs-y while Sirius was trying to type until he'd had to take the laptop into the next room and--
This was not the point, the point here was that he had wrestled trousers on fast as he could, hardly expressed any means of explanation - not like the bloke could Apparate after him, so just some lame excuse about needing fags at the store - and cursed his slow shoe-tying skills before he'd disappeared off. Probably more haphazardly than he should have, he was bloody lucky he hadn't lost an arm or something, but-- There, he was there - in a bush, beside the tree, before he'd climbed out and gotten beside said tree. And.
Fucking hell, this was going to be rough. Sirius threaded his fingers through his hair.