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Description: Sirius wants attention.

Story:

Sirius huffed, blowing the hair out of his face. It wasn't really a wonder it was in his face in the first place, as he was hanging upside down over the back of the couch and staring at the coffee stain on the carpet. 

He flipped back upright and swayed a little as the blood previously in his head flowed back to all the regular places. He was bored out of his mind! It was probably the most bored he'd ever been in all his life. Since yesterday, at least.

Remus was oblivious to Sirius's suffering across the room. He sat curled up in his favorite armchair with his big fluffy socks, cozy sweater, sipping tea and reading a book. He was thoroughly enraptured by that book. 

And Sirius wanted attention. 

He huffed again, getting to his feet and rolling up his sleeves, ready for action. He bit his lip and padded over to where Remus was sitting and grabbed the tea right out of his hands and set it on the coffee table with absolutely no reaction from Remus. 

Sirius wondered sometimes if the apocalypse were to happen while Remus was reading, would he even notice?

Sirius fell on top of Remus, sprawling out over his lap and stretching, wiggling his butt to get comfortable. 

Remus turned the page, lifting his arms up to rest the book on Sirius's arm. 

Sirius groaned loudly, which brought Remus's eyes away from the pages for only a moment before he smiled slightly and resumed his word consuming.

Sirius poked him once in the arm and then got an idea. 

"I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention."

This elicited zero response.

"Boop," Sirius said to himself as he poked Remus's cheek, nose, chest, arm. "Boop, boop, boop."

Finally, he sat up, aggressively poking Remus everywhere until Remus was forced to close the book and battle Sirius in a poking war. 

Remus landed a taser right to the ribs and Sirius shrieked and rolled right off onto the floor, giggling uncontrollably as he recovered. Remus laughed and joined Sirius on the floor, hugging him fiercely. 

"You know I have a spiritual connection with Tinker Bell," Sirius said when he finally regained control of his lungs. 

Remus gave him a look, pecking him on the lips. 

"I need attention or I'll DIE!"

"Merlin, you're dramatic."

"You love me."

"Damn right."

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