[Still propped up on elbows and forearms, Sirius has managed to exercise a limited bit of coordination, enough to pry open his space beer. Now he is concentrating on drinking it, and on the pressure of Remus' foot against his shoulder which is, he thinks, a nice weight. If he were a dog right now he would roll over to maneuver for a belly rub. He considers doing it now, fully human, but decides that he would spill his beer and so does not.
Instead he grins, vaguely, at nothing, and lolls his head back so he can turn that grin up on the both of them. Even sloppily drunk and bleary-eyed and stretched out on the floor, there is something in his features that unfairly makes all of that look kind of cool. Notorious and roguish and pretty indeed. Smolder smolder smolder.]
I'm on the floor.
[Sound reasoning. He elbows the floor tiles.]
This, it's the brig. I'm on the floor and I'll kiss anyone, but they've got to be on the floor and no one else is. Except-- space beer. [He raises said space beer and squints at it--then slurps at the top.] Mmg. There. Your turn. Come on, don't disappoint me. It's nearly my space birthday. Notorious rrroguish, very pre-- pretty? 'Pretty'. Can you change that bit.
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[Still propped up on elbows and forearms, Sirius has managed to exercise a limited bit of coordination, enough to pry open his space beer. Now he is concentrating on drinking it, and on the pressure of Remus' foot against his shoulder which is, he thinks, a nice weight. If he were a dog right now he would roll over to maneuver for a belly rub. He considers doing it now, fully human, but decides that he would spill his beer and so does not.
Instead he grins, vaguely, at nothing, and lolls his head back so he can turn that grin up on the both of them. Even sloppily drunk and bleary-eyed and stretched out on the floor, there is something in his features that unfairly makes all of that look kind of cool. Notorious and roguish and pretty indeed. Smolder smolder smolder.]
I'm on the floor.
[Sound reasoning. He elbows the floor tiles.]
This, it's the brig. I'm on the floor and I'll kiss anyone, but they've got to be on the floor and no one else is. Except-- space beer. [He raises said space beer and squints at it--then slurps at the top.] Mmg. There. Your turn. Come on, don't disappoint me. It's nearly my space birthday. Notorious rrroguish, very pre-- pretty? 'Pretty'. Can you change that bit.