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[heorot]

What's this? Why'd you call it- no, Sirius, stop I-

[ there's a pause, sounds of a struggle and what could probably pass as a triumphant laugh. ]

Right! Name's James Potter. 'pparently you can leave things here for me to read later? Brilliant.
Uh, what am I even supposed to say?

Wait, no, this is my bloody-

[ and the feed is cut off. blame sirius. ]

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[heorot]

[ it works, whatever it is, and james sits back against the wall again. maybe leaning a bit more over towards sirius just because proximity and sirius and he's there. ]

Honestly, yours is one of the only opinions I really care to take into consideration, so yes. Good for double, good for it all. Moony-

[ that's a whole different issue, isn't it? whether it's moony or not moony or the moony they remember or the moony that doesn't remember them. he shrugs at sirius' question, staring at the other bed for a few moments before going back to take another sip from the bottle again.

this time it goes down must smoother, but that's not really a good thing, is it? ]

I guess. Haven't seen much of him. [ he looks to sirius, handing the bottle off. ] Has he?

[doggedly]

[He sort of half shrugs, like maybe no, maybe yes, maybe just maybe. The shrug shifts his shoulder against James a little, digs into him, but that's all right, James won't care. He never cares.]

S'ppose so, yeah. More or less.

[He takes another swig from the bottle--slightly larger this time--and then, after a pause, gets in a second for good measure, just because.]

Mind, you're one of the only ones I really take into consideration, in general. So I've been a bit obsessed with you for some time now, if you've not noticed--like, years and years--which has really weakened my greater powers of observation. So much time spent staring at you, and so on.

merry christmas have a bunch of james tags c:

[heorot]

[ cares? no, not at all. he actually prefers it a little, seeking the contact without letting himself really search it out. but when sirius shoulder settles against james, james shifts to lean a little more on his best mate. just a fraction.

james snorts a little at sirius' answer, shaking his head. ]

We're on a ruddy space ship. More or less is about as good as expected.

[ he doesn't even reach for the bottle this time, settling into his spot, letting the burn settle in his throat. which isn't helped by the way he laughs a little, looking over at sirius with a raised brow. though it doesn't hold the same sort of snark it usually does. ]

Years and years? My my, I'm flattered. Though I guess the staring's in order and all that, seeing as I can hardly keep my eyes off you. Does that make us both shit observers?