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[There is a man on the Plane, but he looks more like a corpse. His face is gaunt and his body is nearly skeletal, as though he hasn’t eaten properly in years. His hair is long and untamed, and the tattered grey robes he’s wearing do nothing for his figure. Despite all this, however, he seems rather calm -- almost bored, in fact. His voice is hoarse when he speaks.]

This has to be the strangest nightmare I’ve had in a long time. Not that it’s much of a nightmare, mind you...

[shakes his head] Oh come on, drawing out the suspense isn’t going to make much of a difference, is it? Hurry up, I haven’t got all night -- well, I suppose I have, but that’s beside the point.

[then, he spies the booth of brochures, and picks one up] The Astral Plane? That’s a new one. If I wasn’t completely sure I was dreaming, I might think...wait a minute, there’s a kitchen?

[Sirius tosses the brochure aside and turns into an equally skinny (but very large) black dog, following his nose. When he arrives at the kitchen, he shifts back into human form, and stares.] Now I know it’s a nightmare. This is all going to be some sort of terrible trap, isn’t it?

Or I won’t actually be able to eat any of it, I’ve had that nightmare too... [he trails off, glancing around the kitchen suspiciously]

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[Sirius is startled when when Remus sits behind him, and even more so when he works through his hair. He enjoys it, though, and half-wonders if he fell asleep in the water.] Thanks. It might just have to be cut, but I don't want it all gone.

[his voice is as cheerful as he can muster - which is more than he once could, really] I'll do my best.

[Sirius' voice, on the other hand, is fond and oddly distant] When have you ever done anything else, Remus?

[easily, tugging a bit] When I didn't call you and James out on being prats. [then, abruptly, painfully, the smile fades; quietly] Sorry. I - but you'll see them, I promise.

[Sirius tenses a bit] Merlin, Remus. You don't know how much I want to, but...

[lightly] How often do you win arguments with me, Sirius?

How often do I try anyway?

[pats his head] Good boy.

[orly] When have I ever been a "good boy," Remus?

[his smile makes him feel like a boy] Relatively speaking.

[there's a hint of something playful in Sirius' eyes again, before he tugs Remus into the hot spring with him, clothes and all]

[he's been trained not to shout nor gasp at being grabbed and pulled, but he does flail a bit when he tumbles into the water

when he bursts up, he's laughing]

Padfoot!

[Sirius is laughing too, despite everything -- he feels like a teenager again, and he doesn't want the dream to end] Sorry, Moony, couldn't resist. [he isn't sorry at all, of course]

[Remus is quite content to lose himself in this moment, this echo of better times] Liar. [and he splashes water up at Sirius]