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#1 NETFLIX AND NO MORE CHILL (FOR PARTY / march 16th)
Ghoul doesn't have a ton of regular contacts around London, so who knows if anyone has even noticed his absence. He'd up and vanished on the 13th. Just disappeared from the face of the planet. But now, days later and in the middle of the night, he turns up on Party's doorstep.

And maybe not looking so great. He's hardly dressed for a chilly night, which would explain why he's got his arms wrapped around himself and his teeth are chattering. The boots are all right but there's not a jacket in sight, and the tatty ringer tee and skinny jeans aren't doing much to conserve the warmth in 40 degrees. It's the same outfit he'd put on back on Monday, in fact, but hell, who's checking. His hair is a limp mess, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he smells vaguely of mildew and stress-sweat. What a gross stray.

"Can I stay here?" He's spent enough time at the mill lately, thanks much.

#2 STICKER SHOCK (OTA / late march, various locations)
The wolves are up to a bunch of ignorant bullshit again. This time, it's a continuation of stealth testing. With a little less breaking and entering this go-around, because last time that hadn't worked out so well for Party.

Both of them are armed with sticker sheets, all in the name of friendly competition. The goal is to plant a sticker on an unsuspecting victim's back. Whoever manages to land the most stickers without being caught wins.

And everyone is fair game.

( for this prompt, specify in your subject header whether you'd like a sticker drive-by from GHOUL, PARTY, or EITHER! )

#3 THE SPRITES OF WRATH (FOR EAMES / late march sticker run)
The sticker exercise is going pretty well, actually, and it's even more fun than he thought it'd be. When he sees Eames in the distance on some random street, however, he gets a god damned brilliant idea.

He turns to grab Party, giving him a little shake. "Wait, wait, fuck the score, we're doin' a sudden-death thing right now." He points at Eames, explaining the terms as, "Whoever gets one on that motherfucker wins it, hands down. You try first." And with a grin, he shoves Party forward.

He ain't gonna get it.

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"It's a heavy loss, but I think I'll be able to bear the burden," Sirius responds with a decent amount of drama. He even throws in a sigh, as a flourish.

But he recovers quickly.

"Practicing what?"

Okay, fine. Maybe Sirius' dramatics are a little amusing. Not the best he's seen, but enough to make him grin briefly before he shrugs. "Sneakin'."

An even better question would be why he's practicing sneaking in the first place, although that one is a secret.

It's a thought that definitely occurs to Sirius.

"And why's that? Trying to hide from someone? Or are you looking to do something less than lawful?"

"Uh, no." It's absolutely because he's planning on doing something less than lawful. Many somethings. It's going to be terrible.

He plays it off, though. "Sneakin' is a valuable skill. What if somebody breaks in to my house? Gotta fuckin' sneak. Or if I see somebody in the grocery store I don't wanna talk to. Or if I gotta do the morning-after cut and run." See, there are a ton of valid, every day reasons to be stealthy.

He believes you Ghoul, really.

"Well, I don't deny it's value, but would you really be sneaking if someone broke into your house? Wouldn't it be the other way around?"

Ghoul is the most believable person.

And also the most sound in logic. Sirius should be thankful that Ghoul takes the time to share his wisdom, even if he does roll his eyes first. "You kiddin'? Fuck yeah, I'd be creepin'. Don't you watch TV? They probably got a gun and shit, I'm not about that."

"So are you sneaking away or are you hoping for a surprise attack of some sort?"

Sirius would probably go the surprise route, even if it wasn't the best way of going about things.

He makes an unsure sound as he scratches a hand through his hair. "It depends. Mostly on the gun thing..." Even though he'd almost certainly survive a gunshot wound. He still thinks more like a human than a werewolf with accelerated healing. "Also depends on how pissed off and how dressed I am at the time. Super important shit to consider, you know? I ain't goin' after somebody if I'm not dressed, and we can't all just throw on a fuckin' fur coat whenever we want."

Damn shapeshifters and their damn convenient animal escape options.

"Hey, it's more difficult than it looks, and I lose my clothes to."

It is one of the downsides of being a shapeshifter, and if he's going to change he usually has to premeditate it. That or steal someone's clothes. Not that he's above that.

That gets a short laugh out of him. Aren't they just the most pathetic creatures.

"Well, what are you doin' out here? Besides bein' a jackass and not letting me score a fucking sticker point."

"Errands," Sirius replies, simply. It was the job he'd sort of fallen into while staying at the Hillingdon House. Take care of the groceries, pick up the odd delivery, those sorts of things. It kept him out and about, as well as a chance to hear of anything that might be happening on the streets.

"It's not very exciting."

Errands are shit. He pulls an offended face, shoving his hands and his pack of stickers in to his pockets. He hates those, so of course, his advice is to shrug and say, "Then quit doin' 'em."

No one should ever take Ghoul's advice. Clearly.

"See, I'd like to, but there's also a good chance that someone might get scurvy if I don't."

Someone had to make sure that decent food made it into the kitchen of Hillingdon House. And somehow that someone had become Sirius. .

"And I don't want to be responsible for that."

It shouldn't be funny, but it must be anyhow. Ghoul definitely looks amused. "You everybody's nanny?"

"Apparently. Not entirely sure how I got this position. I'm supposed to be the wild one."

At least, that was the role he had always occupied before. The black sheep, the one who took schemes to the next level. His friends would be laughing at him if they knew.

Oh geez. Ghoul barks out a laugh at that. Which he really shouldn't be doing, because maybe that'll be him in the next ten years. Who knows? "Nah, grocery shopping is way wild. Shit, what're you gonna do tomorrow? Alphabetize your DVDs?"

Sure, he may be picking on him a little bit. But hey, he tries to make him feel better a moment later with a smirk and a shake of his head. "Ain't nothin' wrong with doin' less stupid shit, I guess. You miss it?"

"If I had any DVDs to alphabetize."

Although, truly, he preferred a more chaotic system. Much to chagrin of anyone who knew him back then and wanted to borrow a DVD.

"If I'm being honest, though, a little. It's hard being responsible. I used to leave that to other people."

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"You goin' through some kinda mid-life crisis thing? Just backwards?" A crisis usually involves someone mundane acting out in wild ways, but maybe Sirius is going the other direction with it since he started out rebellious.

"Or maybe you were always a secret softie at heart." And it's bitten him in the ass, because now he has a whole house full of orphans or some shit to take care of. Ghoul doesn't know what, exactly, the arrangement is but he assumes it must be something like that, because a house full of adults can take care of their own damn selves.

"Maybe I am? I'd never really considered it before. Granted I don't think there's anyone really who's going to egg me on either."

That had always been part of the case after all. He'd always had someone to either egg him on, or tell him not to in a way that suggested, to Sirius at least, that he totally should.