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Log 1
Who: Everyone (General Log)
What: Make yourself at home.
Where: A new town
When: The first day
What: Make yourself at home.
Where: A new town
When: The first day
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[he glances back at Lily and smirks. He knows she won't believe a word of it.]
And if you wanted me to leave you alone you shouldn't have worn a frilly pink apron.
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...You're wearing the pink one?
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[Remus casts a glare at Sirius, and turns back to stirring the pasta sauce.]
It's... pastel blue. With white polka dots.
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[Yes Remus, he's tugging on your apron strings again.]
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[Remus holds up his spoon, very like a wand, or a sword.]
Lily, would you care to sign a war pact with me? Allies versus the Black axis?
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[He reaches around Remus' waist and pulls him against him.]
Isn't that right buttercup?
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I shall never finish dinner at this rate.
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[The laughter coming from the living room is loud and merciless. Perhaps having all of them living in the same house isn't a good idea after all.]
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[Sirius was enjoying making Lily crack up with the crazy nicknames. He leaned in and bit Remus' neck]
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Lily! Help me! It's a rear assault!
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Alright. The love fest is over. You're assaulting my kitchen boy, Black.
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[But at least he's behaving, for now. Not tugging on aprons or biting or being otherwise debaucherous.]
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[yes Remus, your cat is out of the bag.]
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[Remus stares. Just stares. Straight ahead of him, face growing deeper red by the moment. A moment of calm before the storm. A storm of flying fists, most of which are not directed at Sirius' pretty face. Though, considering he's still clutching that spoon, the sauce has gotten everywhere by this point.]
INGRATE.
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Was that really necessary to announce-- oh, hell...
[She whips out her wand instead, separating the two with a burst, but not without some causalities of the food around them joining them on the floor.]
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...your aim's a bit off, Lily.
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[She doesn't tuck her wand back, still holding it in half a threat.] I expected Black to act like an uncivilized heathen, but you too, Remus?
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[He made his way over to the couch and flops onto the couch.]
Downright lecherousness.
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I am not a heathen.
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