[ Kate is just seeing the frat boy nudging, and she sort of glances back toward Sirius and then to Remus and her mouth drops open in mock offense. It's really not even a little bit convincing, she's clearly more charmed by their broing than anything else.
Well, until she's shoved forward, and then she's more surprised and off-balance than anything else. That and laughing, one jolted out of her as Sirius flops onto her back and starts babbling about sharks again. ]
Oh my god, you-- what? Oh no, not more sharks.
[ She's totally deadpan and yet somehow still chuckling, against Remus's chest or shoulder or wherever she is. Jaw maybe? Jaw. ]
Alright, alright. If it's for luck.
[ She's not actually that hard to convince. Both of her arms are sort of awkwardly pinned, one against the couch arm where it was previously holding her the other on his shoulder, the other caught between them, splayed across collarbones. She wiggles the first to the nape of his neck, at least, knuckles brushing at floppy hair as she nudges his head to the right angle, the better to tip her chin up and find his mouth again. It's not quite as platonic the second time, because maybe if they really go for it Siriusthe notorious Jehoseprat Blackthe sharks lady luck will be appeased. Also maybe she's drunk enough that it just feels like a good idea. What's a little casual tongue between friends, anyway? ]
wtf is that icon is he transforming into a wereshark
Well, until she's shoved forward, and then she's more surprised and off-balance than anything else. That and laughing, one jolted out of her as Sirius flops onto her back and starts babbling about sharks again. ]
Oh my god, you-- what? Oh no, not more sharks.
[ She's totally deadpan and yet somehow still chuckling, against Remus's chest or shoulder or wherever she is. Jaw maybe? Jaw. ]
Alright, alright. If it's for luck.
[ She's not actually that hard to convince. Both of her arms are sort of awkwardly pinned, one against the couch arm where it was previously holding her the other on his shoulder, the other caught between them, splayed across collarbones. She wiggles the first to the nape of his neck, at least, knuckles brushing at floppy hair as she nudges his head to the right angle, the better to tip her chin up and find his mouth again. It's not quite as platonic the second time, because maybe if they really go for it
Siriusthe notorious Jehoseprat Blackthe sharkslady luck will be appeased. Also maybe she's drunk enough that it just feels like a good idea. What's a little casual tongue between friends, anyway? ]