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[the_five_signs]

Who:  Jalil and Remus
When:  Monday, March 9th, Noon
Where:  Their apartment
What:  We just feel like playing!
Rating:  Jalil and Remus? PG.
Status:  Incomplete and Closed

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[a_dirty_obseven]

Jalil enjoyed the new job he'd gotten at the bookstore.. re-ordering the novels, picking up small messes, and occasionally manning the cash register. It was like any other low paying job he'd ever had.. small responsibilities. But it helped to pass the time. And it put money in his pocket, something he had none of.. thankfully, they hadn't forced him to come up with any identification to get the job. Jalil wondered about that, but he didn't have any of that sort of thing, so he wasn't going to bring it up. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, that was the saying

[the_five_signs]

Remus had turned to smile at him when he came into the kitchen, and offered a quiet 'welcome home', before he went back to finishing up the bread, then bending to slide it into the oven and close the door-- then Jalil said that, and he got a flat look that slowly turned into a smile from the werewolf, who lifted his eyebrows slowly.

"At least I'm not wearing a frilly pink apron." Reminded easily, as he leaned to turn down the temperature on the burners, and remove the lid to check on the main course, before recovering it and turning to regard Jalil again. "If you'd rather, I can stop cooking.." But he knew that the dark man certainly didn't want that. Remus was a good cook, though he was no chef, and he was rather modest, so always downplayed it. He'd had too much humble pie as a child.

[a_dirty_obseven]

His brows lifted some at the look Remus gave him, and he smoothed cotton-clad fingers over the counter. "I don't think pink is really your color. April yellow, maybe. It'll really wash you out, you'll look great." Well. It seemed the darker of the two boys was in a good mood, at least. He enjoyed not just sitting around all day, having nothing to do. His job was pretty meaningless, but it still gave him something to do to pass the time.

If Remus stopped cooking, Jalil would be eating Kraft macaroni and cheese and Ramen noodles for the rest of his life. So no, he didn't want him to stop, but he wouldn't say as much. His humor was almost always kept to himself, though it popped out a little more often around his new friend. "Just make sure you wash your hands before you touch my food."

[the_five_signs]

"And here I was planning on playing football with it before I put it on your plate." Teased back, before he shook his head some and looked back down at the cooking food, eyes lingering a moment, then turning back up to meet green. "I'll keep yellow in mind." Assured with a little roll of his eyes. Remus had learned his odd sense of humor from Sirius and James.. so poor Jalil was doomed, though the werewolf didn't use it often.

"How was your morning at work?" Remus had been working on getting himself a job.. also something small and meaningless. Maybe he'd try that little coffee shop, or maybe the diner he liked to eat at. He wasn't sure yet, but he needed something that would get him out of the house, also. Anything. He needed to keep his mind busy.

[a_dirty_obseven]

He rolled his shoulders back slowly when Remus lifted his hands, chin lifting up as he watched him. "You don't need to apologize." He said after a moment, letting out his breath slowly before pushing gloved hands down over the front of his thighs. "You don't need to be sorry for speaking your mind." Said simply, but he was turning towards the dishes again, lifting a plate out of the rack to dry it with a towel. "I feel strongly about certain things."

[the_five_signs]

Remus was quiet for a long moment, just watching Jalil as he dried the dishes.. and when he was putting the final one back, a pale hand came out to catch one of those white-gloved dark hands, and he gave it a little tug towards himself (gently) then stared down at it a few heartbeats, before letting his fingers graze along the white-covered digits. "I like your hands. Why do you hide them?"

[a_dirty_obseven]

To say Jalil was surprised to have his hand taken like that was an understatement. He hadn't been expecting it, at all (understandably), though he did a remarkable job in hiding the little jolt of shock he felt when Remus touched his hand. His hand -- didn't he know that his hands were off limits? They didn't talk about them, even though he'd seen the scars, and Jalil had always appreciated that. He didn't jerk it back, though.. he let him touch his fingers, though green eyes stayed sharply in focus on the other man's fingers. His hands were special, the part of his body that really made him tick.

"Why do you like them?"

[the_five_signs]

Remus was being gentle, of course, but holding on tight enough to assure that a light tug wouldn't take that hand back. But it also wouldn't stand up to a hard tug. He just wanted to look.

"Because they're long.." He traced one of his own long, thin fingers along the length of Jalil's middle finger, slowly turning his hand over as he did, so it was palm-up, and he could trace that finger all the way out to the tip. "Because they're very elegant looking. Because you're graceful, and it shows in the way you pick things up, and the way you hold things." Announced quietly, as his finger was joined by another, and he let them trail into Jalil's palm. "Because they're the part of you that you hate the most, but they're still beautiful."

Okay, Remus. You were getting creepy now. Sometimes, that happened. Especially around the full moon-- and he was just seven hours away. And he looked so tired as he said these things, half-lidded eyes focused onto Jalil's long fingers.