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[He listened intently nodding along occasionally… even if he got a wee bit lost.]

[Sirius hummed softly as they spoke and explained their situations. His smile soft and fond as he listened to them speak pridefully of their young.]

“They sound like little darlings! You sound like amazing fathers.”

[He commented as he gave a gentle nod before giving a curious expression.]

“Your Nightlight? Is that somebody close with you?”

[They asked as he moved the blanket to lay across his lap.]

(Guess whoooo! >:3)

[Sirius had the original intentions of taking an evening walk to admire the stars and enjoy the winter air and soft snow beginning to fall. The frost on the leaves and grass gave a satisfying crunch under his anthropomorphic feet.]

[Unfortunately, he’d gotten lost in his daydreaming walk-about. Now, he found himself in the middle of - what seemed to be - nowhere. Stumbling upon a cabin, he silently hoped inside would be somebody who didn’t run at him with pitchforks and curses…]

[Although that’s only happened once, so his hopes were a little higher for an understanding soul.]

[Sirius hunched over to preserve a little heat from his core and to reach the door properly, softly tapping his knuckles against the door and waiting patiently. However he silently took note that his home seemed a little modified to accommodate a larger figure than the average human.]

A low growling noise erupted from the cabin upon the first knock. It almost sounded like a wild dog -- or a pack of them-- and a loud thump sounded as the door rattled violently.

Bloodmoon did not recognize this scent. They opened the door with their fangs bared at what they perceived to be a trespasser.

Who dares darken our doorstep?!

All strangers are met with the same hostility.

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

[Sirius looked over to Grim, barely batting an eye at the boar meat. But it did peak his curiosity briefly before he returned his attention to Reaper.]

“I’m happy to hear Static has friends other than their partners!…. Though I suppose that hypocritical of me, seeing as they, Mal and Morgan are all I know. Until you, that is!“

[Sirius gave a relieved and happy smile, straightening his back to sit with proper posture. The tip of his tail gave soft swaying movements.]

[The pale moon then shuddered as his systems regulated back to a semi-normal temperature. As normal as it could get for the naturally cold bot. He gave a few looks around the home.]

“You wouldn’t happen to have children, would you?… I’ve noticed you have your decor organized a little differently than those without children..”

[Sirius observed as his tone carried only curiosity.]

(Guess whoooo! >:3)

[Sirius had the original intentions of taking an evening walk to admire the stars and enjoy the winter air and soft snow beginning to fall. The frost on the leaves and grass gave a satisfying crunch under his anthropomorphic feet.]

[Unfortunately, he’d gotten lost in his daydreaming walk-about. Now, he found himself in the middle of - what seemed to be - nowhere. Stumbling upon a cabin, he silently hoped inside would be somebody who didn’t run at him with pitchforks and curses…]

[Although that’s only happened once, so his hopes were a little higher for an understanding soul.]

[Sirius hunched over to preserve a little heat from his core and to reach the door properly, softly tapping his knuckles against the door and waiting patiently. However he silently took note that his home seemed a little modified to accommodate a larger figure than the average human.]

A low growling noise erupted from the cabin upon the first knock. It almost sounded like a wild dog -- or a pack of them-- and a loud thump sounded as the door rattled violently.

Bloodmoon did not recognize this scent. They opened the door with their fangs bared at what they perceived to be a trespasser.

Who dares darken our doorstep?!

All strangers are met with the same hostility.

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

:3

(Mod)

Mmm… I suppose it would depend on the circumstances, if he’s completely lost on something, he’ll feel a bit overwhelmed and kinda go quiet and block out everything while he tries to figure out whatever’s confusing him. Like how a computer would blue screen when given too much input or information that overwhelms the system! He’d sit there for however long he’s left alone to figure it out. But if he can’t, then he’ll be dejected and confused the rest of the day or until somebody explains it to him

And much like me, he needs somebody to physically show him so he can properly process and understand how something would work, otherwise he’d be stuck on it all day and end up burning himself out!

However, if he’s only minimally confused, like over why somebody would feel a way etc. etc. he’d kinda… try to reason or justify why they’d feel that way, and then move on. Because he can’t be bothered with other people’s reasonings, as long as they don’t harm anybody he can manage, lol

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(MOD) OUGH, I FIXED IT- I FORGOR TO TURN IT BACK ON

Sirius considers laws to be more of a suggestion or guideline! If he feels or personally thinks what he’s gonna do will harm somebody or cause major issues later on, then he won’t do it… however if he thinks it’ll be worth it, and he can get away with it confidently. Then they can bend a little to accommodate him, right? :3c

His heart is in the right place when he does make the laws a bit flexible!

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

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Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

[Sirius’ decidedly didn’t think too far into the laughter, humming a hit to acknowledge the words.]

“You don’t need to treat me like I’m blind, I have a sonogram I use to see rough shapes and such! But it certainly would be amusing…”

[He tittered a bit, now holding the bell of his hat.]

“Reaper and Grim, is it? Are you close with Static? You mentioned before you were close with them.”

[They asked politely, leaning forward onto one of their hands and tilting his head one way a little. He wanted to at least be on good terms with those who Static knew, not wanting to cause unnecessary drama…]

(Guess whoooo! >:3)

[Sirius had the original intentions of taking an evening walk to admire the stars and enjoy the winter air and soft snow beginning to fall. The frost on the leaves and grass gave a satisfying crunch under his anthropomorphic feet.]

[Unfortunately, he’d gotten lost in his daydreaming walk-about. Now, he found himself in the middle of - what seemed to be - nowhere. Stumbling upon a cabin, he silently hoped inside would be somebody who didn’t run at him with pitchforks and curses…]

[Although that’s only happened once, so his hopes were a little higher for an understanding soul.]

[Sirius hunched over to preserve a little heat from his core and to reach the door properly, softly tapping his knuckles against the door and waiting patiently. However he silently took note that his home seemed a little modified to accommodate a larger figure than the average human.]

A low growling noise erupted from the cabin upon the first knock. It almost sounded like a wild dog -- or a pack of them-- and a loud thump sounded as the door rattled violently.

Bloodmoon did not recognize this scent. They opened the door with their fangs bared at what they perceived to be a trespasser.

Who dares darken our doorstep?!

All strangers are met with the same hostility.

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

[Sirius blinked a bit, brows raising slightly at the separation. He accepted the blanket gently as he wrapped it around his shoulder snuggly.]

“Mm- I’m new to it myself. Though, I… do selfishly hope to integrate into a part of Malware’s partners. But that is not here nor there!”

[He explained before changing subject as he settled onto the floor just beside the couch, stretching his back as he tucked his legs underneath him. His tail coming to rest on his lap. He took a moment to examine his surroundings and then the twin in front of him. Peeking one eye open just enough to see so he could take in their colors.]

“As I said before, I am Sirius Star, Statics partner. You can call me whatever you see fit, but I’m mostly referred to as Sirius… I feel I should warn that I have limited vision. While I can open my eyes and see clearly, it’s not the most comfortable. So I cannot see your expressions clearly…”

[He said gently while lightly tapping the star on his chest out of habit.]

“This is just so you’re aware if I ever ignore something being offered or do not react to any facial reactions… it’s not because I don’t care, it’s because I cannot see you all too well.”

(Guess whoooo! >:3)

[Sirius had the original intentions of taking an evening walk to admire the stars and enjoy the winter air and soft snow beginning to fall. The frost on the leaves and grass gave a satisfying crunch under his anthropomorphic feet.]

[Unfortunately, he’d gotten lost in his daydreaming walk-about. Now, he found himself in the middle of - what seemed to be - nowhere. Stumbling upon a cabin, he silently hoped inside would be somebody who didn’t run at him with pitchforks and curses…]

[Although that’s only happened once, so his hopes were a little higher for an understanding soul.]

[Sirius hunched over to preserve a little heat from his core and to reach the door properly, softly tapping his knuckles against the door and waiting patiently. However he silently took note that his home seemed a little modified to accommodate a larger figure than the average human.]

A low growling noise erupted from the cabin upon the first knock. It almost sounded like a wild dog -- or a pack of them-- and a loud thump sounded as the door rattled violently.

Bloodmoon did not recognize this scent. They opened the door with their fangs bared at what they perceived to be a trespasser.

Who dares darken our doorstep?!

All strangers are met with the same hostility.

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

[Sirius perked slightly at the invitation inside, his tail lightly swaying behind him as he nodded a bit before crouching through the doorway, straightening his back just a touch once inside. Though he had to maneuver a little to be sure not to hit the ceiling.]

[He stood aside from the door, taking a comfortable crouching position and shaking off the little snow that stuck to his sleeves, hat and pants.]

“Thank you. I hope this isn’t much trouble… if you need any sort of assistance with anything, I’d be more than willing to help as repayment!”

[The blue moon bot spoke softly as he upped his internal heating a little to try and get some warmth to his extremities.]

“Pardon me, but may I ask for an introduction?”

(Guess whoooo! >:3)

[Sirius had the original intentions of taking an evening walk to admire the stars and enjoy the winter air and soft snow beginning to fall. The frost on the leaves and grass gave a satisfying crunch under his anthropomorphic feet.]

[Unfortunately, he’d gotten lost in his daydreaming walk-about. Now, he found himself in the middle of - what seemed to be - nowhere. Stumbling upon a cabin, he silently hoped inside would be somebody who didn’t run at him with pitchforks and curses…]

[Although that’s only happened once, so his hopes were a little higher for an understanding soul.]

[Sirius hunched over to preserve a little heat from his core and to reach the door properly, softly tapping his knuckles against the door and waiting patiently. However he silently took note that his home seemed a little modified to accommodate a larger figure than the average human.]

A low growling noise erupted from the cabin upon the first knock. It almost sounded like a wild dog -- or a pack of them-- and a loud thump sounded as the door rattled violently.

Bloodmoon did not recognize this scent. They opened the door with their fangs bared at what they perceived to be a trespasser.

Who dares darken our doorstep?!

All strangers are met with the same hostility.

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

[He stuttered a bit, taking a moment to recalibrate and straighten a little. Not too much, he didn’t want to lose the warmth he’d gained.]

“Ah- I’m.. I’m not one of Mal’s partners! I’m Statics… though only just recently… we haven’t been properly introduced yet.”

[He explained a little quickly, not wanting to cause any misunderstandings or confusion.]

“I’m Sirius. Sirius Star, I got a little lost when walking and… if I can ask for some assistance, I’d be very grateful! But if you are busy, then just pointing me in a direction will work, I’m certain I can find my way home eventually! I apologize for startling you, that wasn’t my intention…”

[He continued on, attempting to keep his rambling to a minimum. He really needed to get better at meeting people-]

[Sirius fidgeted and lightly shifted in place. Keeping his head respectfully tilted down, and not wanting to accidentally try to appear taller in a threatening way, he crouched a little to be more level.]

(Guess whoooo! >:3)

[Sirius had the original intentions of taking an evening walk to admire the stars and enjoy the winter air and soft snow beginning to fall. The frost on the leaves and grass gave a satisfying crunch under his anthropomorphic feet.]

[Unfortunately, he’d gotten lost in his daydreaming walk-about. Now, he found himself in the middle of - what seemed to be - nowhere. Stumbling upon a cabin, he silently hoped inside would be somebody who didn’t run at him with pitchforks and curses…]

[Although that’s only happened once, so his hopes were a little higher for an understanding soul.]

[Sirius hunched over to preserve a little heat from his core and to reach the door properly, softly tapping his knuckles against the door and waiting patiently. However he silently took note that his home seemed a little modified to accommodate a larger figure than the average human.]

A low growling noise erupted from the cabin upon the first knock. It almost sounded like a wild dog -- or a pack of them-- and a loud thump sounded as the door rattled violently.

Bloodmoon did not recognize this scent. They opened the door with their fangs bared at what they perceived to be a trespasser.

Who dares darken our doorstep?!

All strangers are met with the same hostility.

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

[Sirius took a few small steps back, blinking a few times before setting his eyes in their original closed position. Making himself appear smaller as he was met his hostility. His tail tucking gently between his legs as he held his hands in front of his chest.]

“Ah- s-sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you!..”

[He was a little taken aback by an animatronic instead of an older person.]

“Er- you… are Bloodmoon, correct? I think I’ve heard Mal mention you a few times.. you are their brother? Brothers?… uhm-“

[He inquired lightly, tilting his head. He shift his weight between feet to try and keep his servos from getting too cold.]

(Guess whoooo! >:3)

[Sirius had the original intentions of taking an evening walk to admire the stars and enjoy the winter air and soft snow beginning to fall. The frost on the leaves and grass gave a satisfying crunch under his anthropomorphic feet.]

[Unfortunately, he’d gotten lost in his daydreaming walk-about. Now, he found himself in the middle of - what seemed to be - nowhere. Stumbling upon a cabin, he silently hoped inside would be somebody who didn’t run at him with pitchforks and curses…]

[Although that’s only happened once, so his hopes were a little higher for an understanding soul.]

[Sirius hunched over to preserve a little heat from his core and to reach the door properly, softly tapping his knuckles against the door and waiting patiently. However he silently took note that his home seemed a little modified to accommodate a larger figure than the average human.]

A low growling noise erupted from the cabin upon the first knock. It almost sounded like a wild dog -- or a pack of them-- and a loud thump sounded as the door rattled violently.

Bloodmoon did not recognize this scent. They opened the door with their fangs bared at what they perceived to be a trespasser.

Who dares darken our doorstep?!

All strangers are met with the same hostility.

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

@static-x3

[its later in the day as Static decides to treat their present beloveds for tea, carrying a tray to the livingroom while donning some festive pyjamas and slippers. Morgan sits bundled on the couch with a thin blanket, half paying attention to something playing on the TV]

[Sirius perked up a bit from his position on the couch at the scent of the tea, wearing his usual outfit of sleeves and puffy pants, though they had little snowflakes rather than the usual sequence stars. His legs curled up to his chest, tail lazily draped over the arm of the couch as he looked over to Static.]

[He brightened just a touch at the sight of them and their festive pajamas, making a little more room on the couch for them.]

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[He hummed in thought, narrowing his eyes before deciding mercy.]

“Very well.”

[He said in a tone that suggested this was only a temporary freedom, shrugging before leaning down to press a kiss to Statics forehead, exaggerating a ‘mwah’ sound. One hand rested idly on their chest while the other lightly ghosted the top of her head.]

“I expect an apology in the form of a baked cookie. No cookbooks, no cheating on the internet… from scratch. If you can do that, I think I can consider forgiving you for this betrayal of you, my brunia.”

[He smiled happily, crossing their ankles as his tail dangled above Statics face.]

“And, since it’s the season of giving… if you manage to make them without burning them or and they taste decent... you get one coupon that never expires, and if you redeem the coupon, I have to do whatever it is you ask for the rest of the day. Deal?”

[its later in the day as Static decides to treat their present beloveds for tea, carrying a tray to the livingroom while donning some festive pyjamas and slippers. Morgan sits bundled on the couch with a thin blanket, half paying attention to something playing on the TV]

[Sirius perked up a bit from his position on the couch at the scent of the tea, wearing his usual outfit of sleeves and puffy pants, though they had little snowflakes rather than the usual sequence stars. His legs curled up to his chest, tail lazily draped over the arm of the couch as he looked over to Static.]

[He brightened just a touch at the sight of them and their festive pajamas, making a little more room on the couch for them.]

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

@static-x3

[its later in the day as Static decides to treat their present beloveds for tea, carrying a tray to the livingroom while donning some festive pyjamas and slippers. Morgan sits bundled on the couch with a thin blanket, half paying attention to something playing on the TV]

[Sirius perked up a bit from his position on the couch at the scent of the tea, wearing his usual outfit of sleeves and puffy pants, though they had little snowflakes rather than the usual sequence stars. His legs curled up to his chest, tail lazily draped over the arm of the couch as he looked over to Static.]

[He brightened just a touch at the sight of them and their festive pajamas, making a little more room on the couch for them.]

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

“What? Were you saying something? I can’t- I can’t seem to hear you, my love, you’re going to have to speak up! I’m afraid the movies too loud! Did you say I’m the kindest man? Oh, why how sweet of you, my brunia!~”

[He teased as he chuckled softly, though he didn’t continue the tickling for too long, he’d grown hesitant and honestly a little scared of tickling after the first and last incident that ended with a lot of panic and pain.]

[Sirius then looked over at Morgan, batting his eyes a bit.]

[He held up his hands, wiggling his fingers a little as he gave a mischievous smile.]

“Whose side are you on, Mom? Hm?”

[its later in the day as Static decides to treat their present beloveds for tea, carrying a tray to the livingroom while donning some festive pyjamas and slippers. Morgan sits bundled on the couch with a thin blanket, half paying attention to something playing on the TV]

[Sirius perked up a bit from his position on the couch at the scent of the tea, wearing his usual outfit of sleeves and puffy pants, though they had little snowflakes rather than the usual sequence stars. His legs curled up to his chest, tail lazily draped over the arm of the couch as he looked over to Static.]

[He brightened just a touch at the sight of them and their festive pajamas, making a little more room on the couch for them.]

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

@static-x3

[its later in the day as Static decides to treat their present beloveds for tea, carrying a tray to the livingroom while donning some festive pyjamas and slippers. Morgan sits bundled on the couch with a thin blanket, half paying attention to something playing on the TV]

[Sirius perked up a bit from his position on the couch at the scent of the tea, wearing his usual outfit of sleeves and puffy pants, though they had little snowflakes rather than the usual sequence stars. His legs curled up to his chest, tail lazily draped over the arm of the couch as he looked over to Static.]

[He brightened just a touch at the sight of them and their festive pajamas, making a little more room on the couch for them.]

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

@static-x3

[Sirius was rummaging through a bin he’d found under the sink, his vision swimming. From overheating or tears, he couldn’t tell.]

[His eyes still wide and nearly blank.]

[He muttered to himself still.. collecting an armful of whatever he could find, gauze, scissors, glue, scrap fabric, a lighter. Anything he could think of that could fix his mistake.]

“He doesn’t need any replacements… nothing new- no change needs to happen- nothing. None. Won’t let them near him..”

[He whispered. Almost not aware of his surroundings or even self.]

(New thread, the other was so long my phone was actually lagging just with typing- ;w;)

[Morgan follows the sounds to Sirius, sighing a bit as he leans in the doorway, waiting for him to notice them. when it takes longer than expected, they make their way over to him, gently setting a hand on his shoulder]

[siriusthenurseryattendant]

@static-x3

[its later in the day as Static decides to treat their present beloveds for tea, carrying a tray to the livingroom while donning some festive pyjamas and slippers. Morgan sits bundled on the couch with a thin blanket, half paying attention to something playing on the TV]

[Sirius perked up a bit from his position on the couch at the scent of the tea, wearing his usual outfit of sleeves and puffy pants, though they had little snowflakes rather than the usual sequence stars. His legs curled up to his chest, tail lazily draped over the arm of the couch as he looked over to Static.]

[He brightened just a touch at the sight of them and their festive pajamas, making a little more room on the couch for them.]