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[scorching_black]

Sometimes, a boy just needs to turn into a dog and take up an entire sofa in hope of bellyrubs.

Or maybe that's just Sirius.

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[re_formed]

And sometimes, someone will fall for it.

David just came in from a jog, and was planning on sitting down and thinking himself up a large drink. A large dog, however, can take one's attention.

He crouches down beside the couch and rubs the top of Sirius' head. "Hey, how'd you get here?" he smiles slightly.

[scorching_black]

Puppycroon!

Happy being-petted noises!

Panting!

Tail-wagging!

[re_formed]

David's got a real smile now.

And here's a bellyrub!

[scorching_black]

And this would be the Very Large Dog legtwitch of Joy.

JOY I SAY.

[lvpd_sidle]

Puppies are certainly welcome, especially when people are in bad moods. Or simply sad.

Sara happens to be experiencing a great deal of the latter.

[scorching_black]

Sirius gives her a nuzzle and rests his chin on her knee.

Nobody does sad eyes like a big dog.

[lvpd_sidle]

A hand reaches down, rubbing his ears absently.

"Hey, Padfoot."

[scorching_black]

Sirius gives her another nuzzle, and then changes back and hugs her.

"What's the matter, Sara?"