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[purmoncul]

WHO: purmoncul and YOU!
WHERE: A fifties-style burger joint
WHEN: Today! He'll be there for a while probably, so swing on by.
WARNINGS: ...Sirius is his own warning, and his smile gets one now too.
SUMMARY: Having experienced about five and a half years of living between this week and the last, Sirius wants to touch base with the City and his friends.

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[greenxjadexeyes]

Lily sank into the seat opposite him, giving him a warm smile.

"Hullo, Sirius," she said, removing her coat and scarf.

[purmoncul]

Oh don't you think you're just sitting down without getting a hug, missy. Sirius doesn't hug by halves, he wraps her up and holds her close for a moment before letting her continue in a booth-ward trajectory.

"Hi."

...He is not teary-eyed, and his smile is firm and confident, with nary a wobble. These are facts.

[greenxjadexeyes]

Lily gave his hand a light squeeze, her smile becoming more understanding. She could only imagine what it must feel like to see someone you love die, and then have them right in front of you again.

[purmoncul]

"Merlin, you are the calmest person. They dipped you in some sort of serene pool when you were born, didn't they? Only your ankle can have fits."

Having delivered the oddest allusion to Greek literature ever, Sirius settles down, and sips his shake. Ahh frosty chocolate beverage, what a balm you are.

"James is on the way. ...I, er...hope that's not too awkward. He'd tear his own heart out before he made you uncomfortable, you know that."

[thelionharted]

[Soon enough, James apparates outside the diner and heads in, flopping across from Sirius.]

Hallo, then.

[purmoncul]

Good of you to join us, mate. Lil's gone to the ladies. We ordered you strawberry.

[Which gives them an excuse to chat briefly and then you should tag upthread!]

[thelionharted]

Strawberry? Good man. What else have they got here aside from burgers?

[purmoncul]

The chili dog smells like you'd like it.

[Only Sirius would say that as if it made perfect sense.]

And you have no idea. I nearly ordered you a peanut butter, just to see what would happen, but I refrained. We should bring one back for Moony, seeing as we're such good chums.

[hellcommander]

Hirum didn't bother to respond to the post.

He just showed up, as was his way. He finds Sirius pretty easily (that scruff is like a beacon) and pulls up a chair to his table. "Yo."

[purmoncul]

"Do you understand," Sirius just launches away with, since we're skipping things like greetings and small talk, "peanut butter?"

[hellcommander]

Welp.

Good to know that Sirius never actually grew up.

At the question, Hiruma raises a perfectly arched brow, then leans forward and sniffs at Sirius, smelling for alcohol.

"... No, I don't really."

[purmoncul]

"The reason I'm asking," Sirius explains, holding a finger up in front of Hiruma's sniffing face, "is because they make milkshakes out of it here." The finger points over to the open kitchen, and the large tub of the substance in question by the mixing machine.

"I mean, I understand that marmite is an acquired taste, but we don't go making icecream out of it."

[iknowyourfear]

He tries not to dwell on the fact that it is really weird to see Sirius this way -- older, but still recognizable. He can pick out the features of young Sirius in his older counterpart's face, matured now and covered in that scruff. He half-wonders if people felt like that, when they met him from the future.

Terry slides into the seat across from Sirius, giving an awkward half-wave. He isn't sure how this should go really. Doesn't even know how long it's been for Sirius.

"Hey, Wiz."

[purmoncul]

"Spooky. ...Oh come on, man, it's just a beard. I'm a wizard! We have beards!

"...Well, James doesn't because his comes in all spotty, and Remus doesn't, because he feels that there's enough fur in his life. Whereas I'd be a wookie, if only I could. Trade my trousers in for sweet freedom and bandoliers!"

See? A wookie! Like in those movies you gave him! ...One month to five years ago, your mileage may vary.

[iknowyourfear]

Well. He definitely still talks like the Sirius that Terry remembers. Which is to say that he never stops ever and goes on forever -- and it's sort of great, because it's familiar. It makes it easier.

"You better quit while you're ahead," he says dryly, "A beard is one thing, but I'm not sure how girls feel about full coverage."

[purmoncul]

Sirius looks pleased as Terry relaxes.

"Wait 'till they see me in full-body braids. It'll be a mob scene, an international sensation." And the front cover of Weekly World News and other quality supermarket tabloids.

[girlyboywonder]

[She hardly knew him the first time he was here, true, but that's certainly not going to keep her from a chance at possibly getting a flying motorcycle. A flying motorcycle. Could there possibly be anything cooler? Evidence points to no.

So when she slips into the seat across from Sirius (easy to spot him thanks to the handy video post, but it's not impossible to pick the younger face she'd met out from under five years), it's with a solemn air, a lumpy shopping bag, and a Robin suit because it's no good to go and blow your own secret ID, not even to a wizard.]

Hey, spud.

[purmoncul]

Wotcher. ...Aren't you cold?

[Sirius was acutely aware that he was suddenly drawing an entirely different sort of attention from the rest of the restaurant, as a girl wearing bright, primary colors including a cape over a costume that did not seem to include pants sat with him.]

Ahem. Guess not, since you probably got a lot of exercise at ice skating practice, huh? Good thing you don't take after that lazy brother of mine.

[There, everyone. Have your perfectly rational explanation with a side of fries, and leave them alone.

[He gives her a look that most closely translates to 'smooth move, ex-lax.']

[girlyboywonder]

[There's a second or two where she looks completely perplexed by this turn of events... but it lasts only until she glances down to remind herself of her own outfit. Pantsless outfit. Oh, right. Sirius gets an eye-roll and a quick sigh.

just short of a grumble-] You'd think folks around here'd be used to the outfits. [apparently not, though. WHATEVER, THEIR COLLECTIVE LOSS.]

Anyway, brought attempt two. [a nod to the bag!]

[purmoncul]

[Costumes are costumes and not uniforms because they're unusual looking.]

You're just hell-bent, aren't you? First question: do you like peanut butter?

[He's a man obsessed...]