[ Remus kicks at Sirius' legs, or tries, anyway. He mostly ends up nudging one of his knees with a calf. He's not smooth, is the message he is trying to convey with that knee, because that implies some sort of planning or goal, and also because he just isn't. ]
Girl, [ he tells Kate, eloquently, ] who Sirius and James [ and Peter, but it's easier to excise him, neat and clean, in conversation with people who wouldn't know any better anyway ] decided I ought to snog.
[ As if he isn't capable of choosing people to make out with himself. He is. They just have to be strangers he's never obligated to talk to again, is all. Nothing wrong with that. Especially when his experitmental exception to the rule tried to pummel Sirius' head in.
Not that Kate would ever go mad and attack anyone. Obviously.
Also obvious: he agrees he hasn't earned any kisses. He disagrees that his eye-freckle doesn't exist, though, and he scrunches his unfreckled eye shut and leans his head over Kate again to put it on display. ]
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Girl, [ he tells Kate, eloquently, ] who Sirius and James [ and Peter, but it's easier to excise him, neat and clean, in conversation with people who wouldn't know any better anyway ] decided I ought to snog.
[ As if he isn't capable of choosing people to make out with himself. He is. They just have to be strangers he's never obligated to talk to again, is all. Nothing wrong with that. Especially when his experitmental exception to the rule tried to pummel Sirius' head in.
Not that Kate would ever go mad and attack anyone. Obviously.
Also obvious: he agrees he hasn't earned any kisses. He disagrees that his eye-freckle doesn't exist, though, and he scrunches his unfreckled eye shut and leans his head over Kate again to put it on display. ]