@wolfstarmicrofic July 18, word count 422
It was funny how well he managed to hydrate himself now that he had a personalised bottle, and it totally had nothing to do with the fact that Sirius’s paw print signature wasn’t right above it. Remus smiled as he drank deeply from the bottle again, nearly spilling the water all down his front. He spluttered, and Sirius was behind him, patting him on the back as he struggled to breathe.
“Thanks,” he coughed out as he regained himself. “Water went down the wrong pipe.” He took another careful sip, and this time it all went the right way. He put the bottle down and leaned back on his hands, closing his eyes and taking a moment.
"Not to burst your bubble of serenity, but you have a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it in if you want to come out with us for James’s birthday,” Sirius warned, hands now on his hips, all his concern for Remus’s ability to live gone. Strict Sirius was back, and Remus was ready for him.
“Aye, aye, Captain!” He saluted, smirking as Sirius narrowed his eyes at him and started his usual stretching routine.
He finished up his warm-up, his muscles stretched and ready to go.
“Bikes today,” Sirius said, and Remus crossed the room to the row of exercise bikes and got on. Sirius fiddled with the resistance until he was happy and set Remus off at a gruelling pace.
“If. You. Want. Me. To. Stay. Out. Tonight. You. Can’t. Work. Me. So. Hard.” Remus panted as he continued to pedal, his legs beginning to feel like jelly. Sirius rolled his eyes and loosened up the resistance, and his legs thanked him for it.
After some strength training and a cool down, Remus was hitting the showers and hurrying home to get ready to go out. Sirius was picking him up in exactly half an hour. Remus was just happy that he had such a limited wardrobe because he wouldn’t get overwhelmed with the choice of what to wear, though he had bought a new shirt, and it might just be the exact same shade of blue as Sirius’s eyes, not that he was admitting that was exactly why he’d bought it.
He brushed his teeth and fussed with his hair until he gave up and let his short, sandy curls do as they pleased. The buzzer downstairs went, and he let Sirius up. He waited until he heard footsteps outside his door and opened it.
