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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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[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?