[ He must have set his comm somewhere. Across his desk, maybe. Or in another dimension. Because they're in space. Severus is dull and tired, his drawling voice lacking in its usual venom, almost ghostly in the way he seems far-off. He doesn't have to play along with this horseshit from Remus Lupin. ]
[ There's no verbal reply. The silence - punctuated only by a brief, soft noise of glass sliding across a surface - is palpably irritable, as if Severus is in spirit repeating himself, but unwilling to waste the energy to actually say it out loud. ]
[ After waiting for a response, Remus goes on like he'd never expected one. ]
Do the people here know enough about you to be impressed?
[ Ilde, at least, seemed to be aware he is an absolute cock, though with the understandable-given-the-circumstances caveat that Remus is more of one. ]
Quite the opposite, actually [ you utter shit ], but between two hundred different realities and time periods and martial law on a supernaturally powered prison ship, no one gives a damn.
You could explain it anyway, if you really want to. Make up a handy reference sheet on why Severus Snape is a bigoted prick and should be airlocked at once, and then deal with the Sacred Cow-Child Who Lived interrupting you and talking about dead war heroes around whatever the hell else he's doing while I-- [ sound of glass breaking; it's rather anti-climatic ] clean up after his fucking mishaps with the Dark Lord's bloody underwear or whatever it is this time and-- fucking.
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Well. Darker than now.
Merlin, at least he bloody gets it. ]
All right. [ is a hollow echo. Yeah, sure. He's fine. ]
If the time between jumps is a month, three.
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[ Because: ]
A friend of yours accosted me in the lift, you know.
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Finally, ]
Oh?
[ .. Yeah, he can't actually think of anyone who qualifies as his friend. ]
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In a towel. Threatened to report me to security. Said she was fond of you.
And Sirius.
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[ The sound becomes a little swimmy, like he's moved away from his device or dragged a hand over his face. Another silence. ]
Consider this my blanket apology.
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Accepted. [ Behold the magnanimous werewolf. ] I sort of like her, actually.
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You can keep her.
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And thus concludes the small talk portion of this discussion. ]
You could have let me kill him, you know. And then someone might have killed me. It could have worked out really well for you.
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[ He must have set his comm somewhere. Across his desk, maybe. Or in another dimension. Because they're in space. Severus is dull and tired, his drawling voice lacking in its usual venom, almost ghostly in the way he seems far-off. He doesn't have to play along with this horseshit from Remus Lupin. ]
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Do the people here know enough about you to be impressed?
[ Ilde, at least, seemed to be aware he is an absolute cock, though with the understandable-given-the-circumstances caveat that Remus is more of one. ]
Do they know anything?
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[ W h y. ]
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I haven't decided.
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[ The scrape of glass over-- a desk, maybe, is louder this time. Followed by a silence, then a quiet 'thud'. ]
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[ Or something. ]
That was a genuine question. If you've all worked out how to coexist, I don't want to ruin it.
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[ Does that sound like coexisting to you, Lupin? ]
Do tell me how you'd manage to ruin anything, though. I am professionally intrigued by your new powers.
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I'll take that as a, "No, thank you, Lupin, we're all open books here."
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You could explain it anyway, if you really want to. Make up a handy reference sheet on why Severus Snape is a bigoted prick and should be airlocked at once, and then deal with the Sacred Cow-Child Who Lived interrupting you and talking about dead war heroes around whatever the hell else he's doing while I-- [ sound of glass breaking; it's rather anti-climatic ] clean up after his fucking mishaps with the Dark Lord's bloody underwear or whatever it is this time and-- fucking.
Could we possibly do this any other time?
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[ That sure was an assortment of alternatively confusing, terrifying, and fascinating words. ]
Are you all right? [ Even his manners can't save that question from being stupid. ] Are you drinking?
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[ What are you going to do REPORT HIM TO THE HEADMASTER ]
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Alone?
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[ Is that question a thing that's happening. Is it. Do you think they've had an audience this whole time or that Severus has friends or. Lupin rlz. ]
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[ Slash underlining the fact a couple times, in red, in case Snape hadn't noticed it properly. Good people. ]
When did you turn?
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[ He can't really think Severus will discuss that. ]
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disconnect.