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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean shook his head in exasperation. "I mean, its you I should have known, but still... I can live in hope." He picked up the rings he'd shoved off his arm to put them away. "Yeah, I know. It's good for the exhaustion and clearing my head thing, or something. I'll tell you in a bit."

When Susan left he hung up the rings and ducked into the shower to rinse off the pool smell with the help of some soap he'd brought with him. When he was done he dried off and changed back into his jeans, t-shirt and a zipped hoodie, sticking his boots back on his feet to walk over to the house.

He forewent knocking, it wasn't like he was just arriving after all. "Where are you?" he called as he opened the door, carrying his usual bag with his trunks inside (in a plastic bag to stop the smell not quite removable by a quick spell from leeching into the rest of his things). Following Susan's reply he wandered into the sitting room and dropped his bag on a chair before kicking off his boots and folding himself onto the sofa with her. "Hey," he said, smiling.