Oh, you pretty things

Oh, you pretty things

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"Goddammit.." Sirius muttered curses of all kind under his nose on his way upstairs. Only three more flights left. He can do that, right? He's not a pussy. He could feel the droplet of sweat rolling slowly down his brow, making it difficult to concentrate on the stairs - which he couldn't even see, thanks to the fucking grocery bags. Also, the parsley was tickling his nose and he wanted to sneeze so desperately, but just couldn't.
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I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding a towel and a change of clothes. All because he had told me to.

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