Who: Dean and Seamus What: Friend Time When: Tonight Where: Dean's studio/gallery space Rating/Warning: TBA
Dean was sitting on a stool in front of his canvas and easel, shirtless and in a pair of old, ripped up jeans. He was dressed more in paint than anything. Lately, he spent more and more days, late into the evening, at the little studio in the studio flat above his gallery. He could have turned it into a flat to live in, but he'd rather stay with Seamus, all things considered. So it was only his workspace, so Seamus' flat didn't end up covered in paint when he really got into a project. He'd given Seamus the spare key the week after the opening, when it was all ready and he knew he'd work there too much and probably need to be dragged away.
Not that Seamus had had time to do much dragging. He'd been staying at school more nights than Dean thought he should, covering for Neville of all things (which Dean found sort of hilarious) and so Dean wasn't even really sure when his mate would be around. It made it easy to forget there was a world outside his studio space while he was painting, and tonight was one of those nights as he put the finishing touches on a new piece.