[Sirius says, as Kate shoves his head and subsequently--thanks to loose coordination--pushes his face against the floor. This is where he is now: the floor, staring sidelong toward the puddle of whisky and glass, one cheek mashed against cool space tile.]
Nghs. Nnecking.
[He shoves himself up onto his forearms, squinting at Kate as she moves toward the bar. There is a nominal amount of checking-out-her-arse as she goes, force of habit, also it's nice--but mostly he's a little cross-eyed right now, so it doesn't go quite well.]
I didn't say impregnate. Honestly. Moony, did you hear me say 'impregnate'? No, you did not, 'cos I didn't. What I said, was, 'inflagrante'. As in, setting aflame. Fires. Passions. Et cetera. Kate, will you bring me a drink when you come back this way, I don't want to cut my tongue on glass. Why is no one kissing, Remus is going to fall asleep if we leave him there.
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[Sirius says, as Kate shoves his head and subsequently--thanks to loose coordination--pushes his face against the floor. This is where he is now: the floor, staring sidelong toward the puddle of whisky and glass, one cheek mashed against cool space tile.]
Nghs. Nnecking.
[He shoves himself up onto his forearms, squinting at Kate as she moves toward the bar. There is a nominal amount of checking-out-her-arse as she goes, force of habit, also it's nice--but mostly he's a little cross-eyed right now, so it doesn't go quite well.]
I didn't say impregnate. Honestly. Moony, did you hear me say 'impregnate'? No, you did not, 'cos I didn't. What I said, was, 'inflagrante'. As in, setting aflame. Fires. Passions. Et cetera. Kate, will you bring me a drink when you come back this way, I don't want to cut my tongue on glass. Why is no one kissing, Remus is going to fall asleep if we leave him there.