[ Remus spends most of this exchange frowning at his wrists and silently arguing that they're not weird—bony, sure, but very normal bones, as anyone can see by looking at them, due to how visible those bones are. At some point between cute cute nose and first of all, he finally feels prepared to make that argument aloud. He lifts one of his hands toward Sirius to illustrate, then is immediately distracted. ]
Cabin boy. I'm the cabin boy.
[ Kinky. Right?
He retracts his bony hand to rub his eyes, freckled and non-, and endures the ab-patting with a great deal of drunk patience. And also drunk enjoyment, really. Even Remus Lupin can't pretend to hate having pretty people discuss how fit he is, and there's something—I'd say something canine, but really just human—about having friends piled on and petting you that makes the weird, cold, time-twisty, metallic, nightmarish aspects of space seem not particularly horrible.
It's very nice. It's so nice that he forgets to pay attention for another bit, until he realises he might actually be getting kissed, and he squints at Sirius (too much helping) and then down at Kate. ]
What does that even—there are loads of unicorns. Loads.
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Cabin boy. I'm the cabin boy.
[ Kinky. Right?
He retracts his bony hand to rub his eyes, freckled and non-, and endures the ab-patting with a great deal of drunk patience. And also drunk enjoyment, really. Even Remus Lupin can't pretend to hate having pretty people discuss how fit he is, and there's something—I'd say something canine, but really just human—about having friends piled on and petting you that makes the weird, cold, time-twisty, metallic, nightmarish aspects of space seem not particularly horrible.
It's very nice. It's so nice that he forgets to pay attention for another bit, until he realises he might actually be getting kissed, and he squints at Sirius (too much helping) and then down at Kate. ]
What does that even—there are loads of unicorns. Loads.