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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Yeah, they roll out the red carpet, put up a load of barriers and the place floods with people wanting autographs," he said. He'd never been into anything enough to come at an age where he'd be allowed to do it, and since the war the idea of the crowds and photo flashes wasn't even something he wanted to contemplate any closer than the other side of a TV screen.


He nudged Luna gently in companionship. "I think your reasons are a bit more understandable than mine, well, when I'm not doing show prep. How's your dad been recently?" he asked. He didn't know that he'd be able to take care of either of his parents as Luna was, stepping up and taking control like that. Mind you, as had been mentioned, he had enough trouble caring for himself sometimes.

The familiar scent shared by almost every cinema Dean had ever been into assailed him as they walked through the doors, making him smile. "Yes, definitely popcorn and a drink. And we should abuse the privilege of this being paid for and get horribly over priced sweets!" he said, pointing at the pick and mix area. "Tickets first though," he said, walking to the queue for the ticket windows and fishing in his pocket for the envelope he'd picked up from the Foundation with the money from their sponsor.