somewhere, something
Universe 81,205,621,311
Happy birthday to the lovely @kaaaaaaarf !! I hope you have a much better day than these two are having <333
Everything is eerily normal for how far away from home he must be. A bit futuristic, perhaps, given the tiny portable computer in his back pocket. And he’s fairly certain he’s in New York City. But it’s hardly the alien world he might’ve imagined a universe in the billions to be. So what’s the catch? He follows his rune to a bar called The Loup— not exactly the old man pub that is Remus’s usual scene. That’s the first sign that something is off. The next is the sight of Remus behind the DJ booth, wearing a band t-shirt under a suit blazer. A nice suit blazer. Odd. And his set is good . A seamlessly blended mix of genres, oscillating between croudpleasers and more experimental music. Sirius even recognises a few of the songs—music so good it’s transcended eighty-one billion universes. Between sets, Sirius finds Remus outside, smoking menthols. He’s met with a glare. “Hey stalker.” Is that a joke? He can’t tell. “Hey…” “What’s up your arse? Or is that the problem?” Remus pouts mockingly, the harshness of it at odds with his singsongy Welsh accent. “Are you back to beg for my cock?” “Er…” “Go on then, prissy English cunt. Beg.”
