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friendlyjustin (friendlyjustin) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

When Susan made eye-contact, Justin blushed. Not because he wasn't used to it, but rather because he felt discovered. "I do." He said in a whisper. Between the feelings he'd had for Wayne back at school and the way things were going in his heart right now, he had to admit to her that she was right. He did have a type and it included Celtic men.

"Yeah, well. I'd lie if I said I don't enjoy being alone sometimes, but it's just.." He shrugged and grabbed the pot of pasta to drain it. He started getting the plates ready, pasta, a bit of flavored oil and the toppings. "It's quiet in here. And um.." He swallowed and grabbed both plates to bring them over to the table. "There is so much telly I can watch without wanting to gouge my eyes out, you know." And everything he knitted went to charity too, so it wasn't anything wasted really. He didn't want to admit that he could choose any pub, any café, anywhere to do this but Finnigan's. "It feels.. safe at Finnigan's."