[Merlin's tits, give him a heart attack, why don't you? Remus skids to a halt in front of the fireplace breathing heavily, shirtless with a threadbare pair of pajama pants hanging precariously from his slender hips. If the gooseflesh prickling over his arms and chest is anything to go by, the room is freezing.]
What, what?? I'm here! What is it? Prongs, are you okay?!
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What, what?? I'm here! What is it? Prongs, are you okay?!