[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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[He smiles a bit, and reaches over to scratch at Yorick's ears.]
Not really. We know you wouldn't, but it goes deeper than that. I dunno! It's-- you know how dogs do that, they crouch down and give you that look, even if you've never hit them once in their lives.
[He looks a bit miffed, but scratches at Yorick anyway. The dog wriggles in Jack's arms, panting sharply as he stares up at Sirius. Look look look look look at all the snow I found look what I found look--]
Maybe I'll get one o' them new future things. Vacuums.
They do, they've-- high powered ones! I'll get one of those, and then we'll see who's laughing, Kelly! Dogs can't laugh, but it would be Yorick and I laughing if they could.
It's not you, though, is it, it's all based on instinct. It's left over from the time where dogs had to, I dunno, fight to survive against-- [He gestures.] --loud things. It hasn't anything to do with you.
Coats don't make you clean, y'know, I'm not sure where you heard that myth. And I was living in filth before you without dying, wasn't I, clearly we'll survive.
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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Not really. We know you wouldn't, but it goes deeper than that. I dunno! It's-- you know how dogs do that, they crouch down and give you that look, even if you've never hit them once in their lives.
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[He looks a bit miffed, but scratches at Yorick anyway. The dog wriggles in Jack's arms, panting sharply as he stares up at Sirius. Look look look look look at all the snow I found look what I found look--]
Maybe I'll get one o' them new future things. Vacuums.
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Do you want us dead?
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[He glances down at Yorick, who has lazily closed his eyes.]
Is he serious!
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I'll just wait until you're next sleeping then, shall I, and I'll suck up your hand in it.
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[He prods the dog again, prompting Yorick to yawn and look up at Sirius and Jack.]
Come on, it's just a bit o' cleanin'! Anyway, not like I'd ever hurt you two, dunno why you keep thinkin' I would.
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[He lifts Yorick a bit, making faces at him.]
Or a broom. We shall live in filth, lads! At least Yorick's got a coat now to keep him clean.
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[He sets Yorick down.]
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[Yorick noses at Jack's hand, his tail wagging, not content to leave him alone just yet.
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