toothpaste, if you knew how much i miss oao you would post the next chapter just out of pity

i hope this sates ur yearning <3

Remus hums under his breath as he tends to the pot on the stove. Sirius is keeping a casual but close eye on him—things tend to erupt, or catch on fire, whenever Moony sets foot in the kitchen. But all is quiet aside from Remus's humming and the scratch of charcoal against paper. It's just them and their little cabin for what feels like forever Sirius doesn’t need to look at the page to know what he’s drawing; he knows he’ll find hunched shoulders, a notched nose, and soft curls. Remus chuckles under his breath, drawing Sirius’s attention away from his drawing. “What?” Sirius asks, quirking his head to the side. Remus covers his mouth as his chuckle turns into something more jubilant and less controlled. “Oh,” he says between laughs. “Oh, bother.” “What?” Sirius asks again, fighting a smile of his own. “It’s sugar.” “Where?” Sirius’s eyes widen. “In the pasta?” Remus nods, desperately trying to fight his giggles, and Sirius loves him so, so desperately. “You even brought tinned sauce,” Remus gasps out. “You gave me one job.”

MWAH