Sniffles and Soup
M’kay so I was looking at this set of prompts and I just couldn’t resist it. Sorry this is so short.
Sirius was convinced that his neighbor was dying. There was a horrible sound coming from the apartment next door. So naturally, being the good samaritan he was, Sirius ran out over there. He forgot to knock because his neighbor was probably dying and this was no time for knocking, so Sirius kicked in the door.
“What the fuck are you doing! That door was expensive!” Remus sniffled at the very handsome and very rude man standing in his doorway.
“You were dying!” Sirius screeched, for lack of a better reason. His neighbor didn’t look impressed, and Sirius could see him pouting through the many blankets and tissues he was surrounded by.
“Umm.. I’m sorry I can get you a new door, and how about some soup? You look like you need it.” Sirius tried.
Remus pouted some more, his top lip completely disappearing. “I don’t even know your name.”
Sirius started shifting feet, a nervous tick of his. “It’s Sirius.”
Remus sighed his resolve gone but his sniffles still remained, “Fine Sirius, you can make me some soup, but please don’t poison me.”
Sirius gasped and raised an offended hand to his chest, “I have never been so insulted in my life. I will make the world’s most gourmet soup.”
Remus laughed through his mouth it was a horrible laugh. (Sirius thought it was adorable.)
“My name’s Remus. Do you often make soup for complete strangers?” The sick man asked.
Sirius smirked, “Only when I knock their doors down.”
Remus laughed again, “That’s terrible, and not at all funny.”