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Aug. 11th, 2016 04:17 pmBusy as things have been over the last couple months, what with Kieren's increasingly troubling symptoms, Kieren's spontaneous re-humaning (for lack of a better term), and time spent helping Kieren heal as well as reacquaint him with the wonder of taste, smell, and touch, Sirius hasn't had much time for venturing out as he used to. In fact, lately most of his ventures lately have been on two feet instead of four, a necessity given that he frequently needs his hands to carry bags and bags of groceries back to his flat for Kieren's consumption.
But things have calmed somewhat as of late. Sirius no longer feels a deep need to keep Kieren in bed with the door locked as he had those first few weeks and, admittedly, he's developed something of a restless itch under his skin.
Or his fur as the case may be.
Today he's poking about a few of his more familiar haunts, his paws light on the ground and tongue lolling as he slips into one establishment after another, taking free food as its offered and chasing after cats and squirrels simply for the fun of it.
It's the familiar, glorious smell of freshly cooked food that draws him toward Tintern Abbey, but his tail starts wagging when he catches a separate mix of scents altogether.
Just as he'd hoped, Garrick is lounging about in the alley just outside the tavern and Padfoot lets out a quick, excited bark as he nears.
There you are, old friend, he says in that language only animals can truly understand.
Where Garrick is, he knows Demelza must be too, likely inside tending to her business. But it's only a matter of time before she comes out to check on Garrick or chuck him some food. He wonders how far along she must be by now, if her back aches every day as Lily's had after months and months.
He wonders if she's missed him at all.
But things have calmed somewhat as of late. Sirius no longer feels a deep need to keep Kieren in bed with the door locked as he had those first few weeks and, admittedly, he's developed something of a restless itch under his skin.
Or his fur as the case may be.
Today he's poking about a few of his more familiar haunts, his paws light on the ground and tongue lolling as he slips into one establishment after another, taking free food as its offered and chasing after cats and squirrels simply for the fun of it.
It's the familiar, glorious smell of freshly cooked food that draws him toward Tintern Abbey, but his tail starts wagging when he catches a separate mix of scents altogether.
Just as he'd hoped, Garrick is lounging about in the alley just outside the tavern and Padfoot lets out a quick, excited bark as he nears.
There you are, old friend, he says in that language only animals can truly understand.
Where Garrick is, he knows Demelza must be too, likely inside tending to her business. But it's only a matter of time before she comes out to check on Garrick or chuck him some food. He wonders how far along she must be by now, if her back aches every day as Lily's had after months and months.
He wonders if she's missed him at all.
