Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dean gave a little shrug and tilt of his head at Susan's joke. He'd figure it out.
Her flirty attitude just made him roll his eyes. He knew it never meant anything with him, even if he was well aware of just how beautiful of Susan was.
"I'll let you know? I don't think Jess bought her ticket yet because of some possible late lab work on Friday or something. Depends when she gets in." Dean rolled his eyes. He knew Jess wanted as much time at home as possible but a couple of hours on a train could sometimes take it out of you.
Dean shrugged, half apologetic. He painted what he saw, and there was beauty to be found in everyone, or at least something interesting.
"That's a lot less general violence in your job than mine," he said frowning and shaking his head at her.
"Aaaanyway, next we have Braith's orange elephants. No I don't know why either. I love the woman like family but sometimes her art is a mystery to me. Even if I do like it.
"Then there's Maddy, you already know her. And then this, this is my father," he said, stepping over to the large canvas which was placed prominently on one of the additional walls which had been added. It was a full length portrait, and Dean wasn't much younger now than his father had been when the photos he had referenced were taken. He was in muggle dress and did bear enough resemblance to Dean that if you knew him the connection should have been obvious, but with the title Link he hoped nobody would question it.