Well I’m sure you all know where this comes from - the wonderful Shoebox project! (and I know not everyone feels that way, but I for one love it - and you have to admit the artwork is so heart-warming)
I hope I’ve done the original justice in the colouring.
Lines drawn by Rave, coloured by Hathanta.
“Moony,” says Sirius rather severely, “I am getting the distinct impression that you are not hip to my jive. Are you or are you not hip to my jive?”
“Remus,” Sirius says, breathlessly. “Remus, you taste like puke, but the thing is, I want to kiss you anyway. I have to actively, you know, stop myself, because it is nice but you do taste like stomach acid and I can’t, I can’t, you know, really, no matter how nice it is, that is completely vile, you know.” His hands are in Remus’s hair and then on his shoulders and grazing his throat, as if reassuring themselves of the fact of Remus’s tangibility. Then his fingers curl around Remus’s wrist, just under the starched cloth of his shirt. “Why did you — for fuck’s sake, Moony, I haven’t even, in a year, I’ve tried to be, you know — Will you fucking brush your fucking teeth, please, this is unbearable.” He takes a deep breath. “I just, I really want to kiss you again, properly, when everyone involved is paying attention and I can’t taste the mutton pie you ate two hours ago, so, please, I — I have to go get a drink of water, I have to go upstairs and let you, you know, seriously, Moony, brush your fucking, fucking teeth!” and he kisses Remus once, fiercely, at the corner of his mouth, fingertips hard against his cheekbone. Then he lets go of Remus with an odd, forceful motion, like ripping off a bandage, and pelts away.