bakerstreet | Sweater swap

( m/m for shipping angles. detailed prefs / info . please note there are spoilers for him specifically. )

[dress him up or his human avatar]

[Want a cute shippy thing? :3 Maybe at an ambiguous-feels-turning-less-ambiguous point in their storyline?]

(ooc: hey! i'm gonna use a younger obito for this meme, picture him like this, with an eyepatch over his left eye and ignore the icons!)

Obito isn't too familiar with Sal Fisher, Of course he's seen the guy around, its pretty hard to miss the kid with long bright blue hair and a prosthetic face. That's about as much as he knows though. That and he spends all of his time with Larry, Ash and Todd.

All this to say Obito especially isn't sure why he offers help to the guy when a little accident leads to a soiled shirt. But it was one of the rare times when Sal wasn't around one of his friends and Obito didn't feel inclined to just walk past and ignore him.

He shoos away the part of him that suggests maybe he'd been looking for a chance to talk to the one person who might relate to whatever baggage comes with having intense facial scarring from a young age.

"sorry, i know it's a little big" Obito stands a good few inches taller than Sal and the sweatshirt he wore over his T-shirt was a size up, but he figured something was better than nothing.

[ooc: Gotcha!]

Sal had the distinct feeling in his gut that the "accident" wasn't really an "accident", but he also may just be used to people pretending to trip so they can drop soda or various other overly sugary and sticky drinks on him. It doesn't help matters that the one who did it looked as if he was holding in his laughter, his "sorry" coming out a little shaky as he continued on by.

Oh well.

He's fortunate that there's someone willing to help him out. Sal could be a bitter and jaded mess, but he prefers to focus on the good, like the people who lend out a hand when he's in need. There's always someone. He'll be an optimistic mess instead. At least, he tries to be.

"Nah, I like a little bigger," he says with a muffled chuckle. Most of his shirts are a size or two up, to be honest. It helped to make him feel hidden, protected, even. His smile can't be seen, but it reaches his eyes, head canting slightly to the left. "Thanks a million, dude. Last thing I wanted was to be sticky for the rest of the day."

It's interesting to see how expressive Sal is up close, is what Obito first thinks. He can hear the smile in his voice and the genuine appreciation practically radiating off of him makes Obito pause.

"it's no problem, you can give it back whenever...or don't, i don't mind either way"

He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans and gives a small smile in return. He hopes it isn't awkward, he doesn't smile often, and he's been told he looks weird with his big eye and frowning all the time.

"I don't know how you put up with assholes like that, it seems like you've got something stained every other week"

Shit, hopefully it doesn't sound like he's been watching the guy like a creep or something.

Sal doesn't appear disturbed that Obito noticed, nor would he if he thought he was watching him. The truth is, Sal does a lot of watching himself. For so long that's how he engaged with the world around him, with a world so unwilling to accept him and his scars, his faults. He noticed Obito too, in fact, and wondered if they shared any similarities beyond their scarred faces.

He chuckles, crossing his arms, appearing to sink comfortably into the large sweatshirt. "They're just trying to make my life as miserable as theirs. If I respond, they win." He shrugs lightly. That's not to say he would begrudge anyone who suffered ridicule and abuse from everyone around them their bitterness or their anger. It's not like he has the answer. He's not perfect. There are times when he gets mad, upset, thinks the world is unfair and if he could, he'd sink into the ground. But most days he just...doesn't. He has people who love him. That makes him luckier than most.

He cants his head again, this time looking more inquisitive than anything. "You're Obito, right? I'm Sal. My friends call me Sally Face." Whether the other knows it or not, proper introductions are nice, he thinks.

Obitos first instinct is to assume Sal is simply saying that. There can't be someone that's truly That patient, can there? It sounds so flowery, too good to be true in the world that Obito has been exposed to. Of course hes heard it before, but maybe its easier to get coming from someone who understands.

He's not going to argue with himself about his trust issues right now though, thank you very much.

Right here and right now it's easy to believe what Sal says, and that momentary peace is something he'll let himself indulge in.

"yeah" He nodded "Obito Uchiha, my friend calls me moron" a joking lilt to his voice he shuffles his feet a bit. "it's nice to meet you Sally Face, I would shake your hand but I'm not big on touch" It's mostly true, nerve damage in his right arm making him shaky. You can only deal with so many comments on it before its easier to not engage.

Sal laughs, this time a little more than a chuckle. Considering how Sal got his nickname, it tickles him a little more than it should.

"It's cool. Neither am I. Mostly." Sal and touch is funny. Close friends, it's no problem, but a lot of the time he'll flinch if someone he doesn't really know gets too close to touching territory. As an alternative, Sal brings his hand up, pinky and index in the air. "Nice to meet ya."

Maybe Obito should be more embarrassed over how smug he feels about making Sal laugh, but the sound is nice, relaxed, he feels more eased into the conversation.

Then he realizes they've been standing here since he helped the guy.

"ah I hope I'm not holding you up or anything" he's enjoying talking to him, and tries thinking up ways to keep this moving "i never did ask, what did they even spill on you?"

He knows how fucked up people can be, and hopes it wasn't anything hot.

He has some unusual options to offer. Anyone want to try on his helmet?

Y'know, my collection is missing anything clone-related.

Edited (ALSO HOPEFULLY CLEAR NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SHIPPY JUST FUNNY I'M SORRY) 2023-06-02 01:34 (UTC)

[ ~~And we'll just pretend I have Rebels icons.~~ ]

[ Rex chuckles at the idea. ]

Good luck finding any trooper willing to give away his armor. You might has well be asking to steal his name and number. Our armor is a part of our identity. Only the Shinies who didn't get to join the war had left theirs unmarked or painted in some way.

[ That said, he tosses his helmet to the curious teen. ]

But we'll let you borrow it for a minute, if you don't damage it.

[He catches the helmet and starts looking it over, comparing it in his head to all the other helmets he's had.]

I mean, yeah, but... there has to be some armor you're not using. Since you're not really wearing a full set these days.

[Done with his very serious helmet examination, Ezra tries it on and it... doesn't fit, as expected. He kinda looks like a bobblehead, especially without any matching armor to balance him out. Seems he's fated to only wear scout trooper helmets unless he has another growth spurt.]

The visibility's way better than a stormtrooper helmet, but I don't think that's the only reason they'e terrible shots. I'm kinda surprised you're letting me even do this, with all you said. Sounds like Mandalorian stuff, and I think Sabine would kill me before letting me near her helmet.

Well, I have insurance on that helmet. Her name is Hera.

[ All teasing aside though... ]

You're right about the Mandalorian connection. The Kaminoans hired Mandalorian mercenaries to train the clones. And Jango Fett, the template, was a Mandalorian himself. Some of that influence went into the armor design, like you see can see in the helmet. Can't say the Kaminoans were armor experts though. The boys used to complain all the time about how heavy the phase one armor was. Still, I'd take a phase one chest plate over that storm trooper armor any day.

Unfortunately, some of us lost pieces of our armor during the early days of the Empire. Gregor lost nearly all of his. He was a Commando too, with Katarn class armor. You would have really liked his helmet.

[He does steal Remus' sweaters...]

[When Sirius, James, Peter and Remus were kids in their first couple of years at Hogwarts, they'd all been more-or-less the same size. Or, close enough to the same size that they could share all of their clothes with one another. This changed, as all things do, when they got older and started growing. They'd gotten taller, and broader, and Peter's puberty had sputtered out early and left him shorter than everyone else, and James had put on muscle and Remus had gotten even skinnier and Sirius had filled out until he too resembled an athlete. Now, they are all of such different sizes and builds that they can't share any of each other's clothes comfortably.]

Sirius? Have you seen my winter jumper? The one with the stripes?

[Still, Remus reflects to himself as he shouts up the stairs: just because Sirius can't wear his clothes comfortably doesn't mean he can't wear them at all. When he couldn't find his favorite cold-weather sweater this morning, he'd immediately suspected the most likely culprit.]

[It was second nature to share clothes when they all fit one another's. If someone had a clean something the other needed. It was no big deal. But then they'd started growing, hitting puberty and what not. Sirius grumbled when one summer James was taller than he was. At least Peter was still shorter. And Remus was a beanpole.

And the fact that Remus was taller and skinnier did nothing to deter Sirius from stealing his sweaters. He was in fact sitting on the bed wearing said winter jumper. It smelled like Moony and was cozy. He seemed to burrow more into it, giving a faint smile when he heard Remus calling up the stairs.]

Maybe!

[Sirius knew that Remus would more than likely come check.]

[The tone of Sirius's voice tells Remus all he needs to know. This was why, several moments later, Remus is already grumbling a litany of complaints as he appears coming up the stairs.]

...I mean, why? It's not like you haven't got your own jumpers; you don't even like stripes, or yellow...

[And the grumbling doesn't stop as he enters the bedroom. Without pausing even to glance at Sirius and his self-satisfied smile, he stalks over to the closet. There are a few moments of shuffling sounds and sliding coat hangers, which partially drown out the continuing litany.]

...I've never seen you buy anything with yellow stripes, you're only wearing it because it's mine...

[And then he emerges again, this time holding something on a coat hanger - it's one of Sirius's warm sweaters. It's definitely of better quality than anything Remus owns, but it's also inevitably going to be too short at the wrists. He scrutinizes it for a moment, as if he suspects it too of stealing his possessions. Finally he looks up at Sirius.]

Is this the one with the itchy collar?

[Sirius lowered the book he had and watched Remus for a moment, as if scrutinizing his partner, but not. Just observing really. He set the book into his lap and closed it. The sleeves of the sweater were rolled up a bit, as they were too long for him.]

It is because it's yours. It smells like you and I like that.

[He continued to watch Remus move in their closet and go through it. He's not upset or worried, just a little amused. Any sweater of his will be too short in the arms and the torso. But it's still amusing to think about.]

No, that's cashmere, not itchy. Not that one, you'll stretch it out and I'll have to take it to the tailor.

[As usual, Remus doesn't react directly to Sirius's more intimate comment. He rarely talks about romance or in romantic terms, even though he obviously feels very strongly romantic toward Sirius. It just doesn't seem to be something he knows how to express in words, the same way he doesn't seem to know how to talk about intimacy or sex. It's an odd gap in his otherwise very well-developed ability to express himself. But at least in this area of his life, he prefers to let his actions speak for themselves.

Now he sighs and lowers the cashmere sweater, giving Sirius a stern look over the top of the coat hanger.]

You'll have to take it to the the tailor. You sit there wrapped in my warmest jumper and then tell me not to take your warm jumper because you don't want to have to get it retailored.

[There's no actual heat of anger behind his words; he just sounds resigned. He knows he's lost this battle and he's going to have to make do without the benefit of his sweater.

He turns and carefully hangs Sirius's too-small sweater back in the closet. Then he comes over to the bed and tugs on the blanket to move Sirius off the edge of the bed and further into the middle.]

Budge up, then. If you insist on taking my jumper, then I'll have to use the blanket instead. I'm not waiting around downstairs to freeze.

[Sirius did indeed scoot over so Remus could sit in the bed with him. And he removed the sweater and carefully tugged it over Remus' head. Which left the rest for him to put on.

He wasn't bothered by the lack of discussion from Remus about certain things. Sirius knew that Remus cared deeply. He could see it in the man's actions, in the little gestures. Things that others might not recognize as care, but Sirius did.

He smiled at Remus before leaning against him and picking up his book once more.]

I'm warm now and you're here.

[Unlike his animagus friends, very little of Remus's animal form carries over into his human body: there are no particularly wolf-like traits that an observer might see in his movements, speech or expressions as a human. Then again, if you know what you're looking at, you could be forgiven for thinking that there is something a bit canine - not wolf-like necessarily, but certainly dog-like - about the way he snuggles into his own warmest sweater. When his head pops out from the stripey yellow mass of it, wisps of his hair are standing on end from the static electricity generated by the way he has moved his head in it, burrowing without having to use his hands. And he's smiling faintly, obviously placated enough to lean against Sirius in return.]

Well. I shan't need it now, you're quite warm. But thank you.

[He easily slips his arms into the sleeves.]

Is it really that cold downstairs?

[Sirius turned his head and pressed a kiss to the top of Remus' before looking back to the book. Contrary to popular belief, or assumption, Sirius liked reading quietly. But really he did have to be in the mood to do so.

Watching Remus shuffle his way through the sweater made him smile and his heart soar. Oh how he loved this man.]

Or is it an excuse to cuddle?

[Still snuggled in the depths of his sweater, Remus smiles softly at Sirius's quick kiss on top of his head. That in itself is a sure sign of the affection that he holds for Sirius: only Sirius could possibly get away with kissing Remus. Ever since they met at the age of eleven, Remus had always been wary of physical touch; he'd avoided skin-to-skin contact with any of his friends for years. Now, Sirius can kiss him unexpectedly and he doesn't even flinch. He leans further against Sirius's shoulder.]

Maybe it is. Or maybe taking my sweater is your excuse? You don't need so many layers when you're warm in bed.

Edited 2023-06-30 05:26 (UTC)

[He laughs, he can't help it. Remus can make him laugh, and always has. So has James. He finally gives in and closes his book, setting it to the side before wrapping an arm around the other man's shoulders to tug him closer.

To keep warm of course...

He gently rub's Remus' shoulder before resting his head on the top of Remus'. Which was funny to think about since Remus was taller than he was.]

Perhaps it was my plan to get you to come join me in bed.

[Remus doesn’t resist Sirius’s arm as he tugs him closer; he settles snugly against him, tucking his chin into his chest so that Sirius can more comfortably rest his head on top of his own. It’s an easy, familiar position to be in, one that allows him to fit himself against Sirius’s chest and be surrounded by his arms. When he’s shaking with fever in the hours before a transformation, there’s nothing more soothing; it calms him to feel Sirius’s slow, powerful heartbeat through his skin. But it’s a nice position at any time of the lunar cycle.]

Ah, a very cunning plan. And now that I’ve fallen for it, you may as well tell me why you wanted me to join you in bed.

This. I really just wanted a cuddle.

[He kisses the top of his head again before wrapping his other arm around Remus. Sirius quite loved cuddling with the man, finding him always warm and cozy. Especially when Remus was wearing a sweater.

Sometimes he couldn't believe this was his life. And he adored it.]

[Unfortunately, it's not that simple a life outside of this room: the war is heating up and soon there will be nowhere safe for those who fight against the Death Eaters; they both spend less time than they'd like to at home, because there's always a dangerous mission to go on for the Order; their friends and families - adopted an biological - are in danger every moment they remain in the country. Remus had never expected life after graduation from school to be easy: as a werewolf, he was never going to be able to live an easy life with a job and a family and a good standing in society anyway. Sirius, as the disinherited son of a prominent and powerful family, wasn't going to have an easy time in British wizarding society either. But none of them, not the two of them, James, Peter or Lily, had expected it to be this difficult until the last few years. Their world is at war and they are stuck in the middle of it.

But... that's the point, isn't it? All of that is out there. Here, in this room, in this bed with the comfortable blanket and familiar pillows and Sirius, close and warm and here around him, they get a reprieve. Even if they only get it for a moment, it's a gift that neither of them can afford to take for granted. He smiles against Sirius's chest.]

Is that all? You could have asked. I would have come.

[Sirius didn't want to think about the brewing war, how Remus and Lily would be targets because of their Muggle parentage. He didn't want to think about how his family would be on the wrong side of it. How Regulus would no doubt... His heart clenched and he hid his face in Remus' hair.

He wanted this moment to last, so they could stop time and just live where things were good.]

Well Prongs does call me a drama queen...

[Remus can feel that sudden tension in Sirius's body, the way Sirius tilts his head to hide his face against Remus's hair. His reply is muffled, but they're so close that he can feel the shape of the words more than hear them anyway.]

Mm, you are a bit of a drama queen sometimes, I suppose. But I can't fault you this time. It really is a lot more comfortable here than downstairs.

[He knows Remus knows what he's thinking, the whirl of emotions inside him. Though he always presented as cool and collected, there was a torrent of too much inside him threatening to drown him. But he found it easier to manage it all when Remus present. Moony, his darling Moony, was a lifeline for him when things threatened to swallow him.

Slowly he relaxes and pressed a soft kiss to Remus' head.]

It really is. Though do we need to get up or move for any reason soon?

[ he's tiny, but he'll lend whatever he has.. ]

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