A/N: Fluff as promised. Prompt: sewing kit.
When Sirius came out of the shower he was greeted with the sight of the half-dressed Remus looking rather disappointedly at his open suitcase. The robe he'd been wearing over breakfast was now laying on the bed. It was sporting a rather impressive tear across the back.
'You okay, Moony?' Sirius asked while picking underwear from a pile of what he hoped were clean clothes.
'I think I've lost it,' Remus replied in disbelief.
'It's nice to hear you finally admit it.'
'No, you prat. I've lost my sewing kit. I don't remember packing it, did you? It was a light blue tin box, quite old and a little dented.'
'Doesn't ring a bell, sorry,' Sirius said, shifting uncomfortably. He could distinctly recall binning the box – "a little dented" was quite the understatement.
'I tore my black robe again, and now I'm going to be late for work because I can't find the bloody sewing kit!'
'Just borrow some of my clothes. And please, for the love of Merlin, let me take you shopping,' Sirius sighed and tossed him a robe he was about to put on. This was a conversation he suspected they'd have more than once.
'Padfoot, thank you for the offer, but I really don't want to impose. I don't want to feel like some sort of...'
'What, kept man? Hardly. You at least have a job. All I have is the Black family fortune and just one lifetime to spend it. I could really use the help.'
Despite the protests, Remus did put the robe on. It was a little big on him but he was already too late to care much. He mouthed a thank you, pecked Sirius on the cheek and promptly Floo-ed away.
The two visited Madam Malkin's three weeks later, after Sirius had accidentally set the walk-in-wardrobe on fire.