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[theshabbiestofmen]

Oh, probably not. What kind of tea do we have?

[doggedly]

Er, the Englishy breakfast one and the one that's a bit like mint tea but with the weird aftertaste. 'Probably not'? Why 'probably not'?

[He elects for the Englishy breakfast himself--which is probably what Remus will elect for as well but, politely, he waits.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Englishy breakfast one, by all means.

[He waves a tired hand.]

And because I don't really have the energy for romance.

[doggedly]

Oh, come on, everyone's got the energy for romance.

[dismissively, he doles out the tea, though he does have the time to spare Remus a sceptical look, one eyebrow cocked.]

Now you're just making excuses.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I am not. I'd have to make excuses to go into the shop again and again, and she'd only be there a fourth of the time, and then what if it turns out she doesn't like me like that at all, or she's got a boyfriend or a girlfriend or whatever? It's a fair bit of effort for a lot of potential of failure.

[doggedly]

Well, she did tell you you've got a nice arse. People don't just throw that compliment around loosely.

[People who aren't Sirius Black don't, anyways. Details. He goes for the kettle as it begins to whistle.]

Anyway, it's always worth a shot. That's like saying, oh, I'm skipping tea, because I might burn my mouth. You might, but you might not. And it might actually end up being worth it.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'd rather just date someone I know, to be honest. Far easier.

[doggedly]

Oh, my God, listen to you. Far easier.

[He rolls his eyes as he brings over the tea.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

It's true, isn't it? I notice you don't have a girl either, for all your nagging.

[doggedly]

First off, I'm not nagging. Secondly, I only occasionally reserve myself to one girl. My prefered method is lots. Don't try and put us on the same level, Lupin.

[Primly, he sips his tea.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

And where are your lots, hm?

[doggedly]

You aren't the only one getting it from shopgirls, Lupin. And I've got myself a career now.

Anyway, you know me. Better nothing serious. It's not as if I'll be bringing 'em round for tea or Sunday dinner.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Tell us of one, then. I haven't heard tales of your conquests in a while.

[doggedly]

Oh--

[He heaves a sigh, but a pleased sigh, one of nostalgia, and takes a sip of his tea.]

Let's see. I was about thirty seconds away from snogging a local girl in a cupboard just last week when her massive local boyfriend walked in and started glaring at me. But right up until that moment, we were having a really good time, her and I.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Do you ever, you know, learn to check if they've boyfriends?

[doggedly]

When would I do that, exactly? The way things go, they just go. Not going to interrupt mid-flow to say, 'oh by the way, and I know this is sort of spoiling the moment, but do you have a boyfriend'.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Well, yes. You oughtn't want to snog them if they've boyfriends, mate.

[doggedly]

Oh, you still want to, believe me. Sometimes more. And sometimes you still do, regardless.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I don't.

[doggedly]

You do. You can deny it, but you do. Come on, Moony, I know you're not carved of stone.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'm not saying I don't want to snog girls, all right, I'm saying I don't want to snog girls who are already taken. It's immoral. And a bit cruel.

[doggedly]

It's snogging, Moony, it's not stealing them away from their fiancees and marrying them myself. Don't make me out to be some sort of criminal.

[theshabbiestofmen]

It's still not right. I'm still going to look on disapprovingly when you do it.

[doggedly]

Oh, well, I should hope so. I don't know what I'd do with myself if you weren't looking on disapprovingly. I'd feel extremely wrong-footed, like I wasn't doing things properly.

Or improperly, in this case.

[With a smirky little smile that borders on impish--and he still manages impish pretty well, no matter how old he is--Sirius raises his teacup to Remus.]

Cheers, darling.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He sighs softly, but sips at his tea as well.]

Anyway. Met our newest tenant yet?