Fics like it's nine in the afternoon

“Oh, holy shit,” Remus huffed a laugh, hand going through his hair as his mouth fell slightly agape. “Shit. You are the Sirius? As in Reg’s brother, Sirius?” His eyes flickered across Sirius’ face. “I do see the resemblance,” Remus leaned in, back out, turned to the picture and then nodded slowly. “Yeah, yeah... how did I miss that before?” “Though, I’m certainly better looking, aren’t I?” Sirius joked, a smile plastered on his face. “Have you seen your brother, mate? He’s like a renaissance painting come to life. You on the other hand…” His eyes wandered down the length of Sirius. He waved his hand around as he spoke, pointing at the entirety of Sirius’ person “Bit more like a wanna be Rock’n’Roll star that just rolled out of bed, running late to his gig at the local pub,” OR After his last dogsitter left some emotional scars and entirely broke his trust, Sirius has had a hard time finding a new one. Though, now that James' and his roadtrip was approaching, he really needed to find a dogsitter. Like Yetsreday. Lucky for him, Remus Lupin has just recently re-opened his dogsitting business.

Fics like it's nine in the afternoon

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