His hand comes up empty of anything except shirt, of course. He isn't even wearing a robe because Muggles-- well, Real people don't fucking wear that kind of thing, apparently. There's more sweat than anything else clogged on Sirius' eyelashes as his eye rotates underneath, seeking blurrily, until he finds the other man making peace gestures in his direction. It stings his pride too much to be caught in a sweaty, defensive clinch by some cheerful party-goer who will obviously think there's something wrong with him, so he makes him stand straight.]
Interrupt what? [his accent is still there, even if there is no England, has been no England for centuries. Interrupt wot? He tries to make his voice sound less grinding, less hostile; only partially succeeds. Doesn't succeed at all for the aristocratic indifference that Sirius is actually trying for.] The wall's free for pissing on-- whatever you fancy, mate.
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His hand comes up empty of anything except shirt, of course. He isn't even wearing a robe because Muggles-- well, Real people don't fucking wear that kind of thing, apparently. There's more sweat than anything else clogged on Sirius' eyelashes as his eye rotates underneath, seeking blurrily, until he finds the other man making peace gestures in his direction. It stings his pride too much to be caught in a sweaty, defensive clinch by some cheerful party-goer who will obviously think there's something wrong with him, so he makes him stand straight.]
Interrupt what? [his accent is still there, even if there is no England, has been no England for centuries. Interrupt wot? He tries to make his voice sound less grinding, less hostile; only partially succeeds. Doesn't succeed at all for the aristocratic indifference that Sirius is actually trying for.] The wall's free for pissing on-- whatever you fancy, mate.