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Sirius glanced at the secluded table in the corner for a second before he turned and headed for the counter instead. He didn’t want to distract Remus at work. But also he knew he would much rather be up here than in the corner. Even if he didn’t get to talk to his friend much.
“Your company is a good enough reason to stay, Moony.” He grinned while making himself comfy. He said it in a teasing tone but truly it’s the only reason he was here. “You should come visit me in the office one day. You would probably have a heart attack at the amount of work I do.” He said and pouted at the thought. He didn’t know when his brain switched from barely wanting to do anything to almost like a workaholic but it has. He now almost felt bad when he wasn’t working. “I always have energy to be dramatic. The day I don’t is the day you need to really worry about me.” He chuckled. “And if it keeps working in getting your attention then it’s never going to stop.”
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Remus couldn’t say it out loud, but he was silently wishing Sirius would choose the counter. He knew Sirius would distract him either way, so at the very least he wanted his friend to be close to him. Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius’s comment, but he turned his back and grabbed a rag as he felt his cheeks get hot. Years had gone by and he still had a hard time being subtle.
“I went to school with you, Pads,” he said, turning so he could wipe down the counter. “I know how little work you do. Just now you get paid for it.” He tutted. “At least Moody must have known what he was in for. You’re lucky you’re talented.” He pulled out his wand again to help him along with a particularly grimy spot. He was right about the dramatics, but it didn’t mean it was always easy to deal with them. Remus didn’t have the energy for that at all times. “What if I just ignore you then?” To prove his point, he threw the rag over his shoulder and walked away from the counter. He went into the back to look for some pies. In a way he wasn’t really ignoring Sirius if he was leaving to get him what he wanted, but he’d write that off as minor details. He put a few pies on a plate and brought them out. “How was your day?”












