[ Remus answers that grin with more fake frustration, mouthing back I do love to ease into things with a mocking head wobble. Also a poorly-hidden smile. He doesn't really mind. Sirius has earned all that cockiness. But Remus isn't going to roll over and make it easy for him, so— ]
One, [ he cuts in, a little too quickly, and slams his hovercart forward. If there were tires they would screech. It's a decision Remus quickly regrets—because he's a Gryffindor, yes, of course, but if he is the one to wreck a hovercart then he will never hear the end of it. He will become Weirdo Sex Hovercart Crasher Man, and it will be unbearable.
But he can't take it back now. He can only say, ] Aahhh, [ with relative calm, an after-the-fact recognition of his own alarm and indignation, as if something or someone else had done this to him against his will. And he eases up off the space equivalent of gas, too, but only a little, looking sideways to check how badly Sirius is probably already beating him. ]
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One, [ he cuts in, a little too quickly, and slams his hovercart forward. If there were tires they would screech. It's a decision Remus quickly regrets—because he's a Gryffindor, yes, of course, but if he is the one to wreck a hovercart then he will never hear the end of it. He will become Weirdo Sex Hovercart Crasher Man, and it will be unbearable.
But he can't take it back now. He can only say, ] Aahhh, [ with relative calm, an after-the-fact recognition of his own alarm and indignation, as if something or someone else had done this to him against his will. And he eases up off the space equivalent of gas, too, but only a little, looking sideways to check how badly Sirius is probably already beating him. ]