[He rolls his eyes again--a little more gently, maybe--and flops back as well as he gulps down his next sip.]
Mghnf. You can tell me about your stupid romantic conquests if you like. I don't actually care. Or-- I dunno. Books you've read. Whatever it is you occupy your time with.
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[He smirks over at him once more before swigging again at the whiskey.]
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Oh, shut up, or I'll leave.
[There's really nothing to that threat, though--clearly, he doesn't mean it.]
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[He grins and flops back on their bed, more pleased than he'll admit that they're friends again.]
What would you like to talk about, then?
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Mghnf. You can tell me about your stupid romantic conquests if you like. I don't actually care. Or-- I dunno. Books you've read. Whatever it is you occupy your time with.
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[Now you're speaking his language, Remus! He grins a little, looking around at that.]
What, from nothing? I could do-- purple seas, and trees made of chocolate for you, things like that?