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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. ]
text;
but if you put it that way yes i do like always being in your heart (your ❤) (your pocket?) and with you at all times
a mere :) away
or :(
more :) than :(
[EYEROLL do not call this a "little talk" gross he is being a best mate it's not like they're GIRLS James honestly]
well someone has to set you straight
or else you get all damp and depressed and bring me down and i do so hate being brought down
id prefer to skip around the spaceship with you
if i must suffer giving talks and watch you try desperately hard not to be a prat for evans then i will do so
for you and for myself
anyways you can do it youre brilliant
what are you so worried for