psocoptera

So I kind of think I'd like to be writing more, without worrying about whether stuff is good, just to build up some writing muscles. I've even been thinking about posting scenes and parts of things before they're finished, which would be a big step for me, just to remove the temptation to tinker with them and encourage me to get on to something else.

Also I totally failed to do the first half of one of my main goals for the week yesterday (was very bad day, anxiety and inability to focus and all that), such that I now can't do the second half today, and am sitting around at work without much to do dreading my boss coming back and asking what I've been up to, especially as I don't seem to have any colonies from the major thing I *did* do yesterday, possibly because I screwed it up because of the aforementioned badness.

Er, anyways, so I figured I might as well post fic. This was mostly written on the bus a week or two ago; I think the basic idea was interesting but I'm not sure I like what I did with it.

Remus wants. Sirius wants to help. A moral argument ensues. ( Reciprocal. )