ongoing log;

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When; Friday afternoon.
Rating; idk up to R, I mean it's Snape
Characters; Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, any of Snape's employees if the muns hate themselves that much c:
Summary; He had meant to come bother Regulus at the shop, but you're here, and you never gave him an answer to his question, Severus. Now suffer.
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He's planning to see Regulus today, to ask him a few more carefully worded questions which he knows when he quietly slips out of the cabin that he's staying in, that he doesn't necessarily demand or even expect answers for. But it will be comforting to ask them, nevertheless.

He makes sure to pick up some orange scones because that's polite, and maybe he can distract the other man with low tea in order to loosen him up, and if that won't work, then he supposes he could properly introduce himself to that young girl who's working at the place (which is still a shock to Remus, as she's a muggle and that's clearly not the half of it, but this whole place is a mild shock to him.) He also supposes that he should get a job, some job, any job as soon as possible, and stop living off of the others.

He doesn't expect to see Severus Snape there when he arrives, squinting after coming in from the cool air and clean light of outside. His back straightens, just a little, and he offers a nervous glance to the brown bag in his hands. Maybe this is a bad idea after all; but then again, maybe this will work out in his favor. He gives his eyebrows one pacifying wag.

"Afternoon, Severus."

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It's easy enough to fall into civility with Severus, maybe because they both recognize in a way that civility is easier and less of a stress in the end for both of them, and Remus had never had much personally against the other man to begin with. It's easier still to fall into civility when you are sitting in a pile with scratches on your arms on another man's floor during business hours in broad daylight.

Well, oops.

The smile is much more honest now, and he's clearly still never going to forgive what just happened, the same as Severus will no doubt never deal with hot, bloody breath on his face. He needs Snape for certain things, either way, and need will domesticate a man to any purpose, even if it's being jovial toward a man who just violated your privacy.

He wonders if Snape would kill him if he asked for a hand up.

"You're probably right, I'm simply mentally unwell. Keep it from Harry, won't you?"

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"I'm sure he manages to make time to notice all on his own, don't you worry," Snape murmurs, keeping his eyes on him. He leans back slightly on the counter, arms crossed over his chest. Did they really think he didn't know about the going-ons inside the Black house, or that quaint little radio show? He knows all of your dark, shameful secrets of the future-past, Lupin. Enjoy.

Severus fixes an entirely fake half-smile on his face. "I have orders to process," he says. "Buy something or get out."

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It was the same as always, which was of course what he'd come around for, sameness and routine that didn't come once every lunar cycle. Something to hold on to. Other very much not well-adjusted things, but Remus isn't particularly well-adjusted, and he thinks this afternoon was a good day's work. Even with the abuse.

Remus pats his pockets.

"I'll buy something eventually. I promise. I suppose this means 'get out.'"

So he stands as quickly as he can, which isn't very, because he's got problems, doesn't he Snape? There's something weird about him. Curiosity almost killed the Slytherin, maybe. It decidedly might kill the cat. He thinks in big metaphors like that as he turns (nervously), to leave and heads to the door.

"Evening, Severus."