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[cruelwonder]

Reading.

[She quirks a brow at her NV book.]

Why?

[atrumcanis.livejournal.com]

'Cos I wanted to ask you something, and I wanted to be sure that you weren't busy. That's politeness.

[It's a strained attempt at humour, which means it's not actually humourous at all. Merlin, but he sounds an idiot. Right.]

I wanted to ask you to come over. On Jack's behalf. Which sounds weird, I know, but he didn't put me up to it, or anything, I was just-- He's perfectly capable of asking on his own.

[cruelwonder]

Quite. Thank you.

[She pauses, considering. It's not that she would decline to come over, but--]

Is he all right? He's not hurt, is he?

[Blind, certainly, but that's not the point.]

[atrumcanis.livejournal.com]

No. He's all right--all things considered.

[That's also not a joke, though he wishes it was or could be. There's a pause on his end as well.]

It was his birthday the other day. The twelfth. I was going to do something bigger, but it seemed-- Anyway. Whenever you like, you can come over.

[cruelwonder]

[She understands. She's quiet a moment before she responds.]

I'll be over. We can do something special for him.

[Even if it's just the three of them.]

...I'm rather atrocious at baking, though. Does he even like cake?

[atrumcanis.livejournal.com]

Loves it, unfortunately, but don't fuss. I can manage to get that bit of it together--I made him a cake for the day of it, but we already ate it. And you can't reuse cakes, y'know, that's cheating.

[Her easy acceptance is definitely helping to make things a bit brighter.]

As long as you're there, he'll be happy. So. [On his end, he shrugs, though she can't see it. The situation is a bit brighter, yeah, but not without a touch of awkwardness still. Feelings, what are they.]

[cruelwonder]

I could...pick something up from Funtom. What do the two of you like?

[She sets her hands on her hips.]

The both of us. You shan't convince me that he won't be happier with you there as well, Sirius. [He just wanted his friend to come home, the last time she saw him.]

[atrumcanis.livejournal.com]

[Guilt suffuses him for a moment, but he shoves it away as quickly as possible.]

Yeah, well, you're different. He sees me every bloody day. Er-- [He has the grace to wince just a little.] You know what I mean.

And chocolate, that's what we like best. Loads of chocolate.

[cruelwonder]

I don't believe... Ah, well--

[Awkward. She glosses over it.]

Chocolate. Anything specific? Any...kind?

[atrumcanis.livejournal.com]

All kinds. And I mean that, miss, all kinds, every chocolate out there. All in one cake. [A beat.] Except white chocolate, that isn't even really chocolate.

When, er, when d'you want to come?

[cruelwonder]

I'll head to the store now... Hm. In an hour, perhaps? Would that be all right?

[atrumcanis.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Yeah, that's brilliant. I'll tell him. Send me a message when you reach the firehouse, I'll tell you the password.

[cruelwonder]

All right. I should be there in about an hour. I'll call you.

WOULD YOU LIKE an action thread or a log or what... I can have Thleen jump in right here....

[atrumcanis.livejournal.com]

Right. Until then, miss.

I AM GOOD WITH WHATEVER *^*

[cruelwonder]

YEAAAH JUMPING IN

[allucinator]

[Jack is sipping a cup of coffee, curled up on the couch, scratching at Yorick's ears.]

[cruelwonder]

[She's brought what she's promised, as well as a few other things she found in the shop, and she sets them on the table once Sirius has let her in. She goes over to him and touches his shoulder.]

Hullo.

[atrumcanis.livejournal.com]

[Sirius follows her in, a little over-eager to compensate for nervousness and uncertainty. He leaps onto the couch on Jack's other side.]

Surprise.

[allucinator]

Oye!

[He reaches up, tangling his and Alice's fingers together, and glances toward Sirius' voice.]

You invite her over?

[cruelwonder]

[She smiles warmly and goes to sit on his other side, keeping her hand in his.]

He did, in fact.

[atrumcanis.livejournal.com]

[He glances up at Alice, with a grin, and then back at Jack again.]

Yeah, yeah, and it took loads of convincing to get her here. Anyway, I've a surprise!

[He jumps off the couch and goes to his trunk in the corner.]

Guess what I'm doing, Jack, guess.

[allucinator]

Wavin' your wand?

[He grins widely, leaning against her.]

Though I doubt it took much convincin' to get you here, mm?

[cruelwonder]

Not really.

[She leans back, kissing his cheek.]

But go on, guess. It's quite a surprise.

[atrumcanis.livejournal.com]

Looking through my trunk.

[The way that he says this, it ought to have some sort of special significance--but he isn't long about it, all things considered, and a moment later he's scrambling back to the couch. Even the scrambling is made awkward by the stack of movies he's trying to carry at the same time, and he dumps them in Jack's lap, taking one of his hands and flopping it down on the pile.]

Here here here here. Films. Old-timey Muggle films about cowboys, and we're going to sit here and enjoy them. [He leans his chin against Jack's knee, grinning up at him, even though he can't see it--and he won't be able to see the movies, either, and that could be a depressing thought, but it isn't going to be; it's not allowed to be.] With amusing commentary, of course.

[allucinator]

[He laughs, both genuinely pleased and slightly embarrassed.]

Where the hell did you get all this? Jesus, thanks, this is-- I mean, you didn't have to-- to do all this, you know.