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[webswingers]

starter for @deadxeyed​ for bojack !

“do you think we should start doing punny cocktails?” sirius spoke as he leaned against the bar, looking at bojack expectantly. “do you think we’re smart enough to do it? obviously i reckon my genius will be able to lend a hand, but do you have anything in that head of yours that can work? I can’t use all my best ones in the first week.” he paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. “nothing too disgusting, we’re still a classy establishment.” sirus settled into one of the barstools to the side of him, head propped up on his own arm. 

[webswingers]

starter for @lovecorrupted​ !

“i never really understood the allure of camping.” he sighed out between tokes of his cigarette. he was leaning against one of the trees in champion park when he decided to make his distaste everyone else’s problem. “why would you sleep on the ground when there are perfectly good hotels with beautifully fluffy beds just a drive away? explain the logic to me, please.”  the cigarette sat between his lips when his head fully turned to the person next to him. “you ever had to go camping?”

[webswingers]

starter for @rustypcopleskills​ !

sirius shot his phone one final irritated glance before he finally looked up at the person in front of him. “you don’t happen to have something small and poke-y i can use? like, a hair slide, or a needle, or maybe even a really tiny screw driver?” his eyes were hopeful as he looked on at them expectantly, willing to accept anything at this point. “i’ll either be able to fix this piece of junk, or i can use it as a tiny knife to destroy it with.”

[webswingers]

starter: open !

location: padfoot’s place, record shop floor !

“you all good over there?” sirius leaned over the counter he was sat behind, curiosity getting the better of him as it usually did when there were new customers. “what kinda genres are you into? i’m always looking for better recommendations...and giving them, but i figure most people hate it when dudes in record shops do that.” he had moved himself to the other side of the counter while he spoke, hands plunging into the pockets on the front of his jeans as he looked at the other.