RealityShowJunky

“Are you really going to throw me under the bus when I know firsthand where your mouth has been?”

“Roommates?”

“The cockroaches.”

“There are not cockroaches in my apartment,” Remus said in what was most definitely not a growl. The scuttering he heard in the middle of the night came from the wind, that was all

“That’s no way to treat a vase. Vases are supposed to be filled with daisies and roses and set on the coffee table for everyone to see and enjoy.”

“Maybe the vase was so special to him that he hadn’t found the right place for it yet.”

“Well that doesn’t matter now because it’s broken and he gets to go find newer, prettier vases

Like, haha, I’m your boss so I can make you dance like-”

“You are so fucking cute ,” Sirius growled before he jumped to his feet and pulled Remus into a kiss.

“You know, when we were kids, I had this theory that you were an angel dropped down from Heaven just for me.”

“Because if you were sober, you wouldn’t want to.”

“Who cares about sober me? I only care about me now!”

Sirius laughed. “Well I care about you all the time, so we can’t.”

Remus shrugged. “We like bickering. We're good at it.”

“James always says we bicker like an old married couple.”

“You wouldn’t rather bring a date?” Remus asked.

Sirius took a minute to respond. “I think I’d have a better time with you.”

"Prove it."

Remus' eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"Dance with me and prove you're a good dancer."

"N- fine," Remus responded, standing and looking at Sirius challengingly.

"No!" Sirius yelped. "What would I do without my beautiful date?"

Remus couldn't find it in him to feel embarrassed by the blush on his cheeks. "I'm sure you'd do alright without me."

"No," Sirius argued, a little too seriously for the tone of their banter, "I wouldn't."

After a beat, Remus responded, "Then you better be nice to me."

Sirius didn't say anything for a moment, but eventually asked, "Do you want to dance some more?"

Remus nodded his head