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"What's happening, soul brother?" Sirius says, perching rather unsteadily atop a pile of books on Remus's desk.

Remus gazes up at him without much hope. "I'm trying to read," he explains. "I mean, I was, until you sat on my reading material."

"Right," says Sirius, clearly not interested. "So, are you going to swing by our pre-exam shindig this afternoon? Going to frolic with us in the beautiful May night under a warm and balmy moon?"

"That doesn't make any sense." Remus heaves a sigh and attempts to tug one of his books out from under Sirius' rear. "And no. I think I'm going to the library, actually, because I'll panic if I don't look this over regularly, as you knew perfectly well when you asked me that question."

Sirius regards him mournfully. "Baby, that is not a righteous groove."

"What in the name of all that is holy are you talking about?" asks Remus faintly.

"Moony," says Sirius rather severely, "I am getting the distinct impression that you are not hip to my jive. Are you or are you not hip to my jive?"

"Something is wrong in your brain," Remus says.

"I'm not the one going to the library to celebrate my last few precious hours before I am squeezed between the iron thighs of NEWT-cramming hell," Sirius points out. "You dig, daddy-o?"

"I'm not the one who's going to have to be squeezed between those thighs," Remus returns. "You're just going to have to be squeezed between those thighs without me." He doesn't look up from an enormous dusty tome, but does add, quietly, in between the flip of the musty crackling pages, "Hep cat."

"No," Sirius says. "It's only funny when I do it."

"Perhaps it's not funny when either of us does it," Remus offers.

"Well then." Sirius swings down from the desk and dusts himself off. "At least we will be unfunny together."

-Shoebox Project

i realize now i actually made a mistake in the sketch, its not 'head' but 'brain'. oopsie. and yes, now i also realize sirius is doing very little perching in the picture, leastwise on any books, remus would be most unappreciative if sirius used the only book in view as a seat. nvm.
this was one of the sketches i drew during the exam period, when with the worst timing ever, shoebox came into my life. i left my horrible handwriting in, mistake and all, because i think text would make it look horrible. shoebox is awesome! xD i adore it so much, so now i'm sharing some love.
remus and sirius. extract from the Shoebox Project explains all.

art belongs to me.
characters belong to jk rowling.
shoebox project belongs to ladyjaida and dorkorific on livejournal.

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"What's happening, soul brother?" Sirius says, perching rather unsteadily atop a pile of books on Remus's desk.

Remus gazes up at him without much hope. "I'm trying to read," he explains. "I mean, I was, until you sat on my reading material."

"Right," says Sirius, clearly not interested. "So, are you going to swing by our pre-exam shindig this afternoon? Going to frolic with us in the beautiful May night under a warm and balmy moon?"

"That doesn't make any sense." Remus heaves a sigh and attempts to tug one of his books out from under Sirius' rear. "And no. I think I'm going to the library, actually, because I'll panic if I don't look this over regularly, as you knew perfectly well when you asked me that question."

Sirius regards him mournfully. "Baby, that is not a righteous groove."

"What in the name of all that is holy are you talking about?" asks Remus faintly.

"Moony," says Sirius rather severely, "I am getting the distinct impression that you are not hip to my jive. Are you or are you not hip to my jive?"

"Something is wrong in your brain," Remus says.

"I'm not the one going to the library to celebrate my last few precious hours before I am squeezed between the iron thighs of NEWT-cramming hell," Sirius points out. "You dig, daddy-o?"

"I'm not the one who's going to have to be squeezed between those thighs," Remus returns. "You're just going to have to be squeezed between those thighs without me." He doesn't look up from an enormous dusty tome, but does add, quietly, in between the flip of the musty crackling pages, "Hep cat."

"No," Sirius says. "It's only funny when I do it."

"Perhaps it's not funny when either of us does it," Remus offers.

"Well then." Sirius swings down from the desk and dusts himself off. "At least we will be unfunny together."

-Shoebox Project

i realize now i actually made a mistake in the sketch, its not 'head' but 'brain'. oopsie. and yes, now i also realize sirius is doing very little perching in the picture, leastwise on any books, remus would be most unappreciative if sirius used the only book in view as a seat. nvm.
this was one of the sketches i drew during the exam period, when with the worst timing ever, shoebox came into my life. i left my horrible handwriting in, mistake and all, because i think text would make it look horrible. shoebox is awesome! xD i adore it so much, so now i'm sharing some love.
remus and sirius. extract from the Shoebox Project explains all.

art belongs to me.
characters belong to jk rowling.
shoebox project belongs to ladyjaida and dorkorific on livejournal.