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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus's sudden onset of self-pity lifted a little as Dean came over to check on him. He might not have a love life, but he had great friends. He returned the smile and added a little gesture meant to convey that he was fine.

"You know fit auror lads and you haven't set me up with them?" Seamus asked Susan, but his teasing fell just a little flat, despite Dean's comforting presence. Time for a change in topic. He was done thinking about his state of perpetual sexual frustration for today.

He wrapped his arms around the both of them in a group hug and then wriggled away to head downstairs for additional supplies. He was gone for nearly fifteen minutes and when he returned it was without garlic bread. "We ran out," he growled. "So in his infinite wisdom, he decided to just stop serving pasta for the day. I had to put more in the oven myself! Fucking garlic bread, it's not like it's difficult or he didn't have time."