Sirius was no stranger to how he looked and was perceived by much of the world. He'd grown up in a household that shamed him for expressing himself however he liked. Sirius had quickly learned to just live however the hell he wanted.

And as acts of rebellion he had quickly gotten a great job as a tattoo artist and his own body was practically littered with various different shapes, designs, and words in ink of different colours. Along with multiple piercings around his body, but they were mostly on his ears.

Despite all this Sirius was still aware that his lifestyle did provide some challenges to his everyday life. As not many people liked having a modern day 'punk' around their children as if Sirius was going to indoctrinate them or something awful.

His biggest issue was housing because many landlords believed that Sirius would quickly become a freeloader if they let him into a flat. It was frustrating how many times he'd had to provide proof that, yes, he really could pay off his rent on time.

But finally Sirius had been given a place. It was a quiet part of London that was away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Plus it was surprisingly close to his tattoo parlour. So he got himself ready and left his apartment he'd been sharing with his bestfriend- James, who was amazing but Sirius needed his own place.

James had quickly offered to come and help him, which helped loads. It was Sirius's final few boxes that he had to bring into his new flat when he realised, quite suddenly and by accident, that he had a neighbour. This was by literally bumping into him.

Sirius had been rushing because he was tired and hadn't really been looking where he'd been going. Suddenly he'd collided with something, or someone, and looked up to be met with the prettiest amber eyes that Sirius had honestly ever seen.

Of course his brain chose that moment to shut off as he looked the other man over. Before Sirius could be caught gawking at his attractiveness, his mouth broke the silence. "Hi, hi, hello, I'm Sirius."