In a flash, Kieren's moving about the room, rifling through dresser drawers and his wardrobe and throwing item after item of clothing at Sirius. Sirius catches most of them, eyebrow arched at the sheer number of woolly jumpers Kieren owns here before he steps into a clean pair of pants and then tugs on a pair of trousers.
"Don't suppose you could just tell them the truth," he says, partially joking as he's already certain that won't go down well. How does one explain an alternate universe, after all? Though maybe it's a bit easier to believe if one's son has already arisen from the dead.
The last bit takes a moment to catch up and Sirius stands a bit taller, his grin widening. "Think they'll like me?"
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"Don't suppose you could just tell them the truth," he says, partially joking as he's already certain that won't go down well. How does one explain an alternate universe, after all? Though maybe it's a bit easier to believe if one's son has already arisen from the dead.
The last bit takes a moment to catch up and Sirius stands a bit taller, his grin widening. "Think they'll like me?"