( while he wolfs down the next sausage half, it's after claude has leaned back to observe the canopy, as padfoot starts to work on the second half, that sirius shifts back. the timing of claude's question couldn't be more apt, though sirius had only changed back so he could better enjoy the sausages. can't taste them much when one is quite nearly inhaling them with a great hound's maw.
the chewing is much more subdued with the change, and it takes longer too, which works in his favor because sirius still isn't really in the mood to discuss it. it hurts a little. a lot. he doesn't like it. he's angry. and sad. and he doesn't have a right to be.
swallowing, he licks his lips clean, ever polite being raised in the house of black, and sighs as he slumps a little. he's dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, a loud shirt that screams of punk music underneath, and the side of his jacket arm brushes up against claude's arm with the resignation. )
It doesn't feel good. I don't like how thinking about it makes me feel.
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the chewing is much more subdued with the change, and it takes longer too, which works in his favor because sirius still isn't really in the mood to discuss it. it hurts a little. a lot. he doesn't like it. he's angry. and sad. and he doesn't have a right to be.
swallowing, he licks his lips clean, ever polite being raised in the house of black, and sighs as he slumps a little. he's dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, a loud shirt that screams of punk music underneath, and the side of his jacket arm brushes up against claude's arm with the resignation. )
It doesn't feel good. I don't like how thinking about it makes me feel.