Not dbf but imagine baking some brownies and Remus is baking some pot brownies (ydk) too but your not baking together
wtv when they're done you go to taste them but take one of rem's and he takes care of you cause it's you first time high and you're all out of it
with red-rims too, eyes all dopey and innocent as if the man towering above you isn't indeed your boyfriend
you're loopy and out of it, a giggling mess that stumbles over her own words in staccato slurs, fingers hooked around the bend of his waistband and singing christmas tunes in the midst of july.
"holly jolly christmas, it's the best time of the year. say hellooooo to friends you know, and.. and.. la la la la la."
and remus has yet to speak anything, just sipping idly at his tea, propped up on the kitchen counter whilst he blinks back the rampant fog that curls and tendrils around his basic brain functions.
