NOT ANOTHER OPEN RP POST

[wunderkind]

an open rp post
(it is what it says it is)

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pick a character

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leave me a comment. maybe a scenario, maybe an AU scenario, maybe a picture, maybe a word,
maybe a request to resume old game canon, maybe just a comment.
i don't care. do your worst.

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helpful note: i am currently obsessed with the Walking Dead, Christmas, and vampires. can you combine those into one tag?

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let's get it on



disclaimer: we probably won't get it on
+ there are no promises i will take this seriously

Comments

um into my open and loving arms????

[doggedly]

[Sirius takes that look and bitter mutinous mouth-wiping totally in stride: calm, blissful, unblinking, as if neglecting to tell James of the presence of eggy upper lip isn't tantamount to betrayal. The phrase 'wingman' hasn't quite been invented yet, but if it had been, Sirius would certainly qualify as James' wingman, and vice-versa. It's just a tragedy for James that he ended up with a wingman who likes to laugh at him sometimes.

Never where it counts, of course. Loyal to the bitter end. But: occasionally laughing at him is definitely a pastime. Sorry, Potter.

Of course, that's no reason to go tipping itching powder into his cloaks, but Sirius isn't much bothered. Or at least, he gives the illusion of not being bothered: arms folded over his chest, leaning back in his beanbag chair to fix James with a sceptical look. There are few people in the world, wizarding or otherwise, who can manage an artful and cool lean back in a beanbag chair. Sirius Black is, of course, one of them.]

Your tea leaves are telling you that I'm going to fall victim to itching powder? Sure it's not warning you, as it's actually your cup and leaves? I mean, I'm just saying, mate--

[He shrugs, blithely. The friendly bearer of what might be bad news.]

And perhaps it's not trees that are going to break your nose. Could be leaves, right, they're a derivative of trees, and then--

[He sits up a little, suddenly, eyes wide--cuts himself off, staring right beyond James, right in a very Lily Evans-y direction--]

Don't look.