[For James]

[not_the_grim]

When all things were considered, Sirius knew he didn't have much to complain about. Yes, he was stuck on an island, and that had definitely become something of a bother. Sirius had always been rather partial to his freedom, to his ability to walk away at any moment, and in a place so small, that was effectively stripped from him. Yes, there was

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[dammitjames]

Where Sirius was known, James had the very opposite problem, which wouldn't be such a problem if he weren't used to being known everywhere he went. James refused to think negatively about it, except for those times when it would be so easy to pick up a skirt and no one would be any the wiser. Except for him. Then, what if Lily showed up? He didn't want to chance the repercussions for those actions, so he chose blue bollocks over no bollocks in the end.

He could just make out the puffs of smoke that rolled upwards against the light of the moon. He wasn't one for smoking himself, but it was just one of those things he seemed to do around Sirius. When he eased down to sit next to his friend, he gave him a smart arse little smirk and smoothly pulled the fag from between his fingers. "What's the matter, Padfoot?" he asked, bringing the filter to his lips. Sirius biting his nails almost to the quick concerned him, but he wasn't about to show it, yet. "Can't find any decent rawhides to chew on?"

[not_the_grim]

Sirius let the cigarette go without hesitation or complaint. Wordless, he tugged the pack Max had given him from his pocket, shook another out and held it James' way to light it off the end of the first.

"The novelty of this place is wearing really fucking thin," he confessed, and took a long drag.

[dammitjames]

James gave a faint suck to give the light a little more power, then pulled it from his mouth with a slow exhale. Novelty was a good word to describe it. James gave a brief hum of agreement.

"You're not bored of building sandcastles already, are you?" he asked, watching the paper on Sirius' cigarette burn to embers.

[not_the_grim]

Sirius shot him a glare, and took another draw from his cigarette. "Is that what you've been doing with your days?" he drawled, and it managed to sound like an insult. That James had nothing to do with his poor mood made little difference to Sirius, who might have been irritated by damned near anything at that point and was spoiling for a fight.