a very magical inbox! pt II - for ataraxion

[doggedly]

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[doggedly]

[Just because he doesn't know what to do doesn't mean that he's giving up. Far from it. At Sera's declaration, he looks at her, searchingly.]

Doing what?

[majestyofthethrone]

I don't know. Upper level math, maybe. Something useful. It's better than sitting around and doing the math for long we would survive with the oxygen supply on board, if the Jump does replenish it.

[It's something she's spent a lot of time thinking about.]

[doggedly]

[And how long is that, he doesn't ask.]

Do they need a lot of those? Upper level maths? [And, actually--] Why not join up?

[majestyofthethrone]

[She shrugs a bit. The honest truth is she doesn't know, but she does know that there are mathematical equations that she knows that could be valuable, if they don't have them programmed in.]

I don't do well with schedules like that.

I don't know if you noticed, I'm a little crazy.

[doggedly]

[He huffs a breath that sounds nearly like a laugh.]

Yeah, maybe.

[Maybe he's noticed, maybe she's crazy. The latter can probably be upgraded to definitely more than maybe, but it's not as if he's given any of it very much thought.]

I think there's people more mad than you. Here, and elsewhere. Anyway, I don't think they'd care about scheduling.

[majestyofthethrone]

[Being able to admit it, that's more than progress.]

I don't think I'm much of a team player. But, I don't know. I guess I'll see how it goes.

[doggedly]

Ah, but fortunately for you, it's working, not playing.

[That's a joke, sort of, and he crooks a smile at her.]

I wouldn't ask you to be on any team of mine. I bet you're crap at sports.

[majestyofthethrone]

[She turns her head, then, gives him a look.]

Joke's on you. I'm excellent at baseball.

[doggedly]

Is it, 'cos I don't even know what the hell baseball is.

[Nor does he care.]

Wait, hang on-- that's the one that's got one ball, and one club, yeah? Loads of running in circles?

[majestyofthethrone]

[That isn't surprising, really. Not because he's a wizard, but because he's English.]

Yes. I have a mean swing.

[She lets go long enough to mimic a swing.]

[doggedly]

[He laughs.]

Right, well. You show me baseball, and I'll show you quidditch. Which won't be half as good, 'cos our sad little broomsticks can't get near the power of, say, a Nimbus, and we won't be able to enchant the balls the way that they ought to be enchanted.

But it'll still be better than base ball.

[majestyofthethrone]

[Maybe that feels good, not just because he invited her to fly again, and because he's-

It feels like something more, doesn't it?]

Okay, I'll show you. We can find a ball and eighteen people to play, I bet it wouldn't be hard.

[doggedly]

If you can find eighteen people willing to play such a boring game then, yeah. I expect it won't be too hard to play.

[Sorry not sorry. Surely it's a good sign that he's taking the piss out of her for her choice in sports.]

[majestyofthethrone]

[She hits him, lightly, on the leg, but there's a smile on her face. This is easy. This feels like how it felt, back, before.]

You get to hit things, you can appreciate that.

[doggedly]

[He permits the hit from her, with good humour, and not so much as a wince or a downtick in his sceptiscim of the coolness of base ball.]

Please. In my favourite sport, I get to hit people. Sorry if I'm not as impressed as you think I ought to be.

[majestyofthethrone]

Too bad I never played hockey.

[That would be Sirius' sport, she thinks, if he were not magical. Or rugby. Something where ramming into people was a genuine part of the game.]

[doggedly]

What the hell is hockey?

[Because it doesn't sound promising.]

[majestyofthethrone]

It's a sport played on ice on skates with long sticks that you're supposed to use to get the puck into the other teams nets, but mostly people use them to start fights.

[Blood bounces on ice. She knows. She's seen it.]

[doggedly]

Sticks in fights?

[Maybe this is his sport.]

What's a puck, exactly? Is that like a ball?

[majestyofthethrone]

[She sketches one out, quickly, shows it to him, before erasing it to write again.]

Its like a ball, only flat, so it glides on the ice.

[doggedly]

[Huh. Sirius studies the drawing during its brief life on the slate, trying to imagine this in his head.]

The bit about the ice skates wouldn't be so bad. Far better than running around on foot all the time. Are the sticks more like clubs, like in base-ball?

[majestyofthethrone]

[She sketches a hockey stick, too, let's him look at it, and erases it to write again.]

They're long. Five feet, maybe? Four? I clearly don't play hockey.

[doggedly]

[Some mental maths, to try to work out what that would be in actual physical space. It's disappointing that they look more broomsticky than club-y, but. Beggars, choosers, et cetera.]

Got a nice end bit, don't they. You could hack at the shins with that. Yeah, all right, I'd try it. It can't be any worse than the others.

I mean, not when there's golf.

[majestyofthethrone]

It's much better than golf.

[She nudges up a bit closer, so she's against his side.]

I think you'd like rugby, too, but I don't know how it works, only that people slam into each other a lot.

[doggedly]

On ice skates?

[He doesn't put an arm around her, but he doesn't shrug her away either. Just-- sits beside her. Which might seem a little backwards, or slow, since they've already had makeup comfort sex but, whatever.]