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Seamus Finnigan ([info]openbottle) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-01-15 14:52:00

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Entry tags:character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan

Tapas and Beer
Who: Dean and Seamus
What: Holiday in Spain
Where: Grenada
When: Thursday late-afternoon / evening
Rating: SFW for now

Seamus sat at the corner table of the tapas bar nearest their hotel, his beer and a huge coffee table book in front of him. He wasn't usually one to be particularly impressed by old buildings - probably something to do with going to school in a castle for seven years - but even he had to admit that the alhambra had been something special. The intricate carving and the series of arches had been quite unlike anything he'd become accustomed to at Hogwarts. As well as walking around the courtyards and hallways accessible to the muggle guided tours, they'd been shown some of the life inside the building, the magical research and education that muggles had no idea still went on in the ancient building. The hardcover book Seamus was flipping through covered both aspects - focusing on pictures more than text. It was, theoretically, a present for his mam but Seamus had a feeling both he and Dean would be picking it up again after they'd returned to England. He'd have bought two if only the price were a little less steep.

He looked up as Dean returned from placing their food order at the bar. "Did I say thanks for dragging me along to that yet?" Seamus asked, grinning. He hadn't been keen to go but was glad Dean had insisted. "I wish I had Dominic's eye for a photograph. Mine always come out a bit shit." As he spoke he glanced out the nearby window. Despite the chill temperature, the sky was the clear, bright shade of blue he usually associated with summer. "Do we really have to go home soon?"


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[info]artistdean
2015-01-15 04:00 pm UTC (link)
Dean snorted and sat down, sipping at his coke. "It'll be half an hour," he said. "And, yeah, but I'm happy to hear how amazing I am again!" he said and grinned, shuffling over slightly to look at the pictures in the book. "Did I thank you for putting up with all my random sitting and drawing yet?" he asked. He'd brought along a couple of sketchbooks and been proved right in his guess that he'd find some inspiration. Sure he'd spent time sketching Seamus too, but the surroundings had definitely provided lots of ideas. The Alhambra in particular. The fact it was a wizarding building just made it even better. "And for getting a book I might have to borrow from your Mum," he said, reaching over and flipping the page. "My photos are never anything like this good," he said regretfully.

"I wish we didn't," he said. Apart from his nightmare that first night it had been an amazing week. "But yeah, we do. Don't really want to though. I'm relaxed, I've got so many art ideas, and this weather is better than London." He joined Seamus at gazing out of the window. A week of lazy wandering and casual sightseeing and good food had been just right. "We should do it again sometime." That gave him a little pang of thought about what Ophelia might say. He'd not thought so much about her in the past week, but he knew she'd not been very enthusiastic about him going, but all he could think was that he wanted to spend more time like this.

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[info]openbottle
2015-01-15 05:23 pm UTC (link)
"How about," Seamus said, leaning back against the seat of the booth, "you find a little studio with views of the mountain and I'll open an Irish pub nearby?" It was obvious he wasn't serious - if only because bringing work with them would rather spoil the point of the holiday. He did wish they could stay a little longer, but he'd made no arrangements for anyone else to cover Battlescars and so of course he'd have to be back for that. Besides which, his estimated budget for the trip was already spent and gone. "Maybe we should make it a tradition," he suggested, pushing his hair back. "No one else really wants to travel in January, but it's a good time for us."

He pushed the book a little towards Dean, letting him set the pace as they continued to flick through it. "Have you got lots of commissions and things, from the show?" he asked, then frowned. "Is work a forbidden topic? Sorry. Let's not think about what's waiting for us before we have to."

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[info]artistdean
2015-01-15 07:24 pm UTC (link)
"And you spend half the year burnt or never leaving the pub to avoid being burnt, such a great plan!" Dean said, grinning. "I like the idea of January holidays though, although if we want to go anywhere colder we might have to choose another month." He smiled vaguely into the distance, imagining sitting around with Seamus in a succession of different locations, just getting to relax. It settled as a warm suffusion through his body and a feeling of peace. He grinned at Seamus and shook himself from the thought, pushing it to the back of his mind.

He shrugged. "We can talk work if you like. I've not got anything definite yet, but there's a couple of enquiries. But the plus side of the show is that I have a bit of leeway again, no need to rush into anything. Plus all the sketches I've done here should help my whole not having a project thing." Dean had decided it was a bit of a post-show slump. He was still doing art, just feeling a bit aimless about what to settle to. "Anything new coming up at the pub?"

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[info]openbottle
2015-01-16 01:53 pm UTC (link)
Seamus pouted, as if the flaw Dean pointed out was the only thing preventing him from carrying out his migrate-to-Spain plan. "Damn logic," he complained, rubbing at the edge of his nose, which suddenly felt it might be a little sunburned. The power of suggestion and all that... "We could try pre-empting the Christmas rush with a September holiday, I suppose." He sounded doubtful. January was really the only time of the year when he felt like everything was complete and he wouldn't be leaving a handful of threads up in the air. "Or April after the tax year finishes, maybe."

Glad that Dean would be less rushed, Seamus smiled. "It'll be a while before you do another one, yeah?" he asked. "How did it go for the others?" He didn't directly mention Ophelia, perhaps because he was less interested in how she was getting on compared to Braith who he'd known in a roundabout way for much longer. He waved away the question about the pub with an expressive face. "Gotta do something for Valentine's Day, I guess, but..." Valentine's was not Seamus' favourite day of the year. Most years he at least entertained the idea of hosting an anti-Valentine's event in the pub, but he'd never been sure whether he'd be missing out on the commercial success the holiday usually brought.

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[info]artistdean
2015-01-16 03:21 pm UTC (link)
Dean watched the half-expected pout, his eyes lingering on Seamus' mouth even after he began talking, wondering how to capture the image, of if he just wanted to keep it in his head. "Oh, well you know I don't usually have much by way of a deadline. And we can always invest in warmer clothes or some fun spellwork if we want to go to, like, Finland or something. But pretty much whenever would in theory work for me."

He nodded, stroking vaguely across one of the pages of the book they were flipping through. "Yeah, we've gone through all the final numbers and stuff, so it's all sorted out. The next one won't be for at least twelve months, probably more like eighteen," he said, adding a little shrug and a twitch of a smile. "We all did pretty well actually. Cadmus sold out, Braith and I both did over half and I know Ophelia's jewellery all went, but she had quite a few of the other things left over. The guy in charge of my bank account is way happier with me right now. It won't cover the whole period until the next show but its an excellent buffer," he said, fiddling with is hands. He didn't like talking about money really, and he knew Seamus wasn't really asking about it, but it could be a concern for him sometimes if he hadn't sold much in a while.

He knew Seamus wasn't the biggest Valentine's fan, and nor was he really. Although presumably this year he'd have something to actually celebrate, what with having a girlfriend. It didn't feel quite as appealing as perhaps it should. Probably their tricky patch talking. "Yeah, probably," he said, chewing absently at his lip. "I imagine hearts will overtake everything in the shops soon. Madam Puddifoot's all over again," he added, pulling a rather unimpressed grimace. He'd only really been there once, with Ginny, and he had decided it wasn't his thing.

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[info]openbottle
2015-01-16 05:28 pm UTC (link)
"Is this your way of telling me you want to go to Finaland?" Seamus asked, amused. "Maybe we should go somewhere where my hardy Celtic background will actually be of some use, though. Prague's supposed to be nice. Is Prague cold?" Seamus's geography was not particularly good, but it seemed like Prague out to be cold, somehow. "Though someone told me you should only go to Prague if you're a couple. Apparently it's very romantic. How can a city be so romantic that you can't even go there unless you're a couple?" Seamus genuinely didn't understand it, and it didn't help that he couldn't remember who'd told him. "I mean, people have to live there, right? And they can't all be perfectly split into pairs the whole time." He was mostly rambling - talking for the sake of it - but there was just a note of exasperation in his voice.

He grinned back - pleased that the show had been a success, and that Dean wouldn't have to prepare for another one soon. He knew how exhausting and stressful they could be. "Madame Puddifoot's!" Seamus exclaimed, laughing. "I'd forgotten about that place. I wonder if it's still open." If not, he was wondering if he could recreate the vibe... would that be amusing, or just depressing? It felt amusing now, a good few weeks away from the date in question, but he could see how on Valentine's day itself it might bring back bad memories and serve to remind people that they were single... Maybe not, then. He really did feel like he had to do something, though. "Maybe I could do something that's only sort of related. Like a chocolate-tasting... or a chocolate fountain. Or..." Seamus sipped at his beer thoughtfully, wishing he had a scrap of parchment with him to make notes on. He'd been so intent on not-working that he hadn't brought one.

"Dominic could turn The Roost into a fairytale rose garden... the pumpkin patch at Halloween went down really well, and I know he's getting interested in more kid-related stuff..." Hands eager to be doing something, he twisted the ring Dean had given him for Christmas. "Have you got a bit of paper you could lend me?" he asked, making puppy-dog eyes at his always-carrying-a-sketchpad best friend.

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[info]artistdean
2015-01-17 12:22 am UTC (link)
"This is just my way of saying Finland was the first cold country I could think of," he said and rolled his eyes. "We could totally go somewhere designed for people who look the colour of parchment though," he said and waggled his eyebrows in amusement. He listened to Seamus ramble about Prague and wondered faintly if it was the sort of place he should take Ophelia if they ever managed to... time to push that thought away purely for being a bit depressing. "I haven't got a clue. My travel has been pretty limited, but I don't really think they can stop people who aren't couples going anywhere. Apart from maybe actual couples holidays, or maybe swingers clubs or something."

Dean had rolled his eyes and started to reach for the bag he had slung around the back of his chair as soon as Seamus had started having ideas. Unlike when he was at work Dean had serious doubts that Seamus was still carrying paper around with him. Dean, of course had two sketchbooks and a notebook for list making with him as well as an assortment of drawing or writing implements. He started digging for his notebook rather than hand over a huge sheet of sketchbook paper for notes about pub business.

"Sure, chocolate usually goes down well, and I'm convinced Dominic can basically do anything you can imagine design-wise," he said. He finally found his notebook and ripped out a blank sheet and handed it over just as Seamus asked for it. "You need a pen too?" he asked, sounding slightly smug.

"And you know, I wouldn't discount the Madam Puddifoot's thing. I mean I haven't a clue if it's still open, but if there's a day people are going to want, or at least put up with lots of pink and hearts and fluff it's Valentine's. The rose garden thing is a bit more... subtle," he said.

Just then a waiter arrived with the start of their order, and Dean leaned himself out of the way so that his long arms weren't all over the table.

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[info]openbottle
2015-01-18 08:53 am UTC (link)
Seamus snorted with amusement at the idea of the two of them accidentally ending up on a swingers holiday - if such a thing existed. "There was an, ah, older woman in the pub the other day telling me all about the joys of the singles holiday," he admitted, rolling his eyes a little. When he took his turns behind the bar he often ended up hearing weird and - sometimes - wonderful things from his customers but her enthusiasm for a coach full of single people who were 'all looking for the same thing' had been enough to put Seamus off the idea.

He took the paper Dean offered and nodded, waiting patiently for a pen to be provided. He had his journal and writing supplies but he'd left them back at the hotel room. Which, thinking about it now, he really hoped wasn't going to cause an international incident about the statute of secrecy... The journal looked normal from the outside. "I don't know if I want to put up with pink and hearts and fluff," Seamus complained. He usually did decorate for the holiday, but then he usually held out some vain hope that maybe he'd meet someone. There were bound to be single people getting drunk in the bar, after all. This year... For whatever reason, Seamus didn't fancy his chances.

When the food arrived, Seamus grinned, trying to identify each dish as it appeared to make sure they'd got everything they'd ordered. "And the brandy chicken with mushrooms," he said as waiter found room for the last plate. "I think that's the lot." He smiled up at the waiter. "Gracias."

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[info]artistdean
2015-01-18 05:58 pm UTC (link)
Dean winced, immediately imagining an older lady in a variety of enthusiastic combinations. "And she meant..." he said, trailing off, and receiving a nod in confirmation. "Just what my imagination really needed there," he said faintly. Low libido or no his imagination was still perfectly capable of conjuring up all sorts of things.

He dug out a biro from on of the smaller pockets he used for all the pens and pencils and handed it over. He shrugged, but he could understand Seamus' point, he might have a girlfriend but the hearts and fluff thing wasn't really something he was a fan of either. For one he'd never had the sort of relationship which made him want over the top romance, and for another he'd spent most Valentine's days single. "So do anti-Valentine's, or keep the pink up in The Roost. You're the boss after all, you can do as you like," he said and shrugged.

"You know what I really appreciate about this holiday?" Dean asked as the waiter walked away again. "Not having to cook my own food. Surprisingly satisfying not having to cook," he said, and reached for a slice of potato loaded omelette. "Plus it's all tasted pretty great."

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[info]openbottle
2015-01-19 02:47 pm UTC (link)
With his mouth full of chorizo, Seamus nodded. "Sorry," he said, quickly swallowing the morsel and waving an apologetic hand. "A problem shared and all that." He couldn't help but laugh at the expression on Dean's face. "We'll be that age one day," he pointed out. Though, unless the two of them just stopped giving a fuck as they aged he doubted they'd ever be the kind to go on singles holidays. He shook his head, because thinking about his theoretical sex life that far in the future was... weird and a little depressing.

He took the pen in one hand, urging one of the little plates towards Dean with the other, and started making notes. Chocolate, chocolate fountain, roses, tower, fairytale. It was more of a mind-map than a list, but hopefully it would still make sense to him when they got back to England. Seamus rearranged the plates to make some room for the paper, keeping it open for now in case more ideas hit him while they talked. After a moment's hesitation, he tucked the pen behind his ear so he could have his hands free to eat without losing it. "You don't think that's confusing?" he asked. "Valentine's day one floor and anti-Valentine's on another?" Actually, it kind of appealed to him - the whole point of the pub was supposed to be having a space for everyone, after all. "Maybe I could make The Den into an anti-Valentine's thing... What would that even look like?"

He wasn't necessarily looking for Dean to answer the question. His mind would continue working on it while they talked of other things. Black? Or was that too much? What was the opposite of hearts and flowers? He added another note in the corner of his paper - 'Talk to Dominic!'. He grinned at Dean. "I wouldn't know," he said, "I mostly have people to cook for me anyway."

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[info]artistdean
2015-01-19 06:29 pm UTC (link)
Dean's face turned to an even more expressive wince at the continued parade of images running through his mind. "Me ageing is fine, well mostly, but I didn't need random older strangers parading naked and sweaty through my... ugh," he finished with a shudder. "Less sharing please," he begged.

He took the hint and tucked into one of the croquette like things which Seamus had pushed towards him as he started to write. He made an appreciative sound and dunked the non-bitten end in a garlic-laden sauce-like mixture. "Well, it could be a bit odd," he said, at the end of his mouthful. "But I don't see why it couldn't work. I'm sure there'll be plenty of single people wanting to have nothing to do with Valentine's." He munched his way through the rest of his croquette before continuing.

"Oh and I dunno about the opposite of hearts really but the opposite of pink is green, you know, paint-wise," he offered and then grinned and waggled his eyebrows. He snorted at the somewhat predictable response from Seamus and then stuck his tongue out. "Well it's a nice change for me then!"

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[info]openbottle
2015-01-19 07:54 pm UTC (link)
Dean's obvious disgust just made Seamus laugh harder. "Hey, you've only got yourself to blame for the naked and sweaty," he said. "Nothing stopping you imagining them safely tucked under the covers or behind a hedge." He smirked, knowing he was probably making it worse, then patted Dean's hand apologetically. "Sorry." He didn't sound sorry, and nor did he intend to stop over-sharing.

He wrote 'green' on another corner of the paper, drawing a little heart around it because he knew Dean was watching over his shoulder. Green... He wasn't sure what he could do with that. Irish was the obvious thought but St Patrick's Day wasn't far off. Maybe something with leprechauns and... Seamus laughed. "Do you remember Lockhart's dwarves?" he asked, smothering a giggle behind his hand. "Wood was chasing them off all day."

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[info]artistdean
2015-01-19 09:48 pm UTC (link)
"Oh come on!" he yelped, thankful he hadn't ended up spitting food all over Seamus. Dean didn't honestly expect Seamus to stop, but he was at least used to it, and a bit amused.

He snickered at Seamus' notes about green, poking at one of the dishes that Seamus had chosen, still not convinced about the choice. The sudden change of topic made his head shoot up. "How did you get onto the bloody... weren't those pixies?" he asked, thinking back to the wrong event. Then the correct one dropped in and his eyes widened and he sputtered with laughter. "Oh god, the dwarves. Well, you've gotta admit Wood was good looking, but..." and he dissolved into laughing.

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[info]openbottle
2015-01-20 09:00 pm UTC (link)
"Ah, I love when your face does that," Seamus said between giggles. He pulled the pen out from behind his ear and penned a quick diagram of wide eyes, a nose and a mouth. It couldn't rightly be called a sketch, made up as it was exclusively of dots, circles and straight lines. Nonetheless he displayed it proudly, laughing at his own joke before finishing the last of his beer.

He shook his head at Dean's question, all ready to launch into an apology for the weird leaps his mind sometimes made - and then Dean seemed to get it and Seamus's grin broadened. "Dwarves, leprechauns," he said, holding his hands up in a gesture of scales in balance to indicate they were on a similar level. "Just don't tell the leprechauns I said so." He leaned closer to Dean to retrieve one of the plates that had been placed on his side of the table. "Is good looking," he corrected. "And sadly remains thoroughly straight."

He glanced back at his notes, considering. "Do you think deliberately bad Valentine's would be funny now?" In second year they'd just been embarrassing - not that Seamus had received any - but as grown-ups he could see some appeal. "Or is there too much potential for actual malice?"

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[info]artistdean
2015-01-20 09:21 pm UTC (link)
Dean took one look at Seamus' 'drawing' and had to bite his lip hard to stop from laughing really loud. Thankfully he laughed too and Dean could snort through a laugh, shaking his head. "If you say so. I live to please you, after all!"

He was relatively used to Seamus' mind taking big leaps, but it still surprised him, and often amused him. "I retain just enough History of Magic to know pissing off dwarves at least would be a horrible idea. Actually I just avoid pissing off other beings in general. Tends to be a bad plan," he said and then shrugged. He paused, considering Seamus' statement and gave a half-shrugging nod. "I can't actually argue with that. Although you've got to concede he can do impressive things with his broom!" Not that Dean had seen much of Wood flying since their school days, but that really wasn't the point of the joke.

Dean was digging enthusiastically into another plate when Seamus spoke again and he continued chewing while he weighed his thoughts. "I'm not sure. I mean, a screening process to prevent the arseholes would make it super complicated, but in theory it's kind of a fun idea."

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[info]openbottle
2015-01-21 06:55 pm UTC (link)
They were drawing some attention from the rest of the customers in the bar, but Seamus didn't care. He was happy - really, genuinely happy - which had been a rare feeling of late. "You do," he agreed, slumping comfortably against Dean as his fork meandered over the plates while he tried to decide what to eat next. "And very good at it you are." Which only confirmed that more holidays with Dean were definitely a good idea.

He snorted delightedly at Dean's bawdy joke. "No points," he said, once he'd recovered and could sort of present a straight face. "Too obvious, too cliche. For shame, Dean! And you on the Quidditch team and everything." Granted, the only person making obvious innuendos during Dean's brief time on the team had probably been Seamus himself, but that wasn't the point. "Fuckin' leprechauns are worse than dwarves," he added, as his mind leapt kangaroo-fashion back to the previous point." Possibly that was national pride talking, but Seamus would never admit it.

"Or just... get a load of bad poetry together before the day?" he said, stealing the plate Dean had been digging in to before he could finish the lot. "Generic, or with spaces for hair colour or something... Then I could send that out on request and none of it would be too personal. Besides, I could give people the option to opt out at the bar. Charge a couple of knuts and give it all to charity..." His mind was really working now and he turned the sheet of paper over, abandoning his fork to scribble down all that he'd just said. "Lockhart managed to hire some dwarves for the day... Leprechauns might think it was funny." Of course, there was still the question of finding them. Seamus rapidly scanned through his list of friends to see who might be able to help. Rolf? Leprechauns were technically magical creatures...

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[info]artistdean
2015-01-22 08:29 pm UTC (link)
Dean smiled contentedly and nudged against Seamus' slumped form, just to affirm his presence.

He gave an absolutely delighted chuckle at Seamus'response and stuck his tongue out. "I saw an opportunity to make a terrible joke, so sue me!" he said. His short stay on the Quidditch team hadn't exactly cured him of his urge to make dirty jokes about riding brooms/players. Some things just could not be helped. Plus Seamus had told them all when he was on the team. Most of them more than once. Dean idly wondered if it would have been worse if they had both been out then. Or more awkward. In his meandering thoughts Seamus' had clearly moved on again. Or back as the case may be.

Dean made a half-hearted prod for the dish Seamus was moving with his fork, but didn't actually come close to either Seamus' hand or the food. He listened to Seamus planning and was reminded, as he occasionally was, that unlike his vague Hufflepuff sensibilities Seamus had almost been put into Ravenclaw. He made appropriate hmms of agreement as he picked idly at another plate. "Sure that could work, plus the charity thing is always good."

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[info]openbottle
2015-01-28 06:12 pm UTC (link)
Something in Dean's tone, or his lack of engagement in the conversation, reminded Seamus that he was on holiday for the deliberate purpose of not working. And yet here he was, doing work... He folded the piece of paper up and leaned against Dean as he shoved it into his pocket. "Right," he said, determination evident. "Spain. Tapas. Sunshine." He peered out of the window again as he pushed the pen back towards Dean. "Well. It's sort of sunshiney?" Not exactly warm, not outside, but still more pleasant weather than they were likely to get at home. Besides, here Seamus could actually sit back and enjoy the weather rather than thinking about whether it would bring more people to the pub or keep them at home.

He swapped a few of the plates around, putting things Dean hadn't yet tried in front of him while stealing a few new things for himself. "They're all good," he said around a mouthful of prawn. "But I think the paella yesterday was my favourite."

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[info]artistdean
2015-01-29 12:18 am UTC (link)
Dean snorted at Seamus' abrupt abandonment of work-related activities and slipped his pen away again. Clearly he'd just remembered their intention to not work on their holiday. Well, Seamus was intending not to work, going somewhere interesting was basically an invitation for Dean to become attached to his sketchbook even more than usual. "It's sort of sunshiney. Well, it's not throwing it down with rain, or sleet at least and I'll take that thanks," he said.

A couple of people were looking over at them again, thanks to them being so pressed together, but Dean had frankly long since forgotten to care. Enough of his close friends thought they were or should be together, a few strangers was hardly a novelty.

He attacked the newer plates with enthusiasm, picking up forkfuls of this and that to try, most of it was absolutely delicious. And what wasn't was at least pretty good. "They are. I think I'm developing a thing for their style of omelettes though, and squid, which is a thing I had no idea I liked. Mostly though I just want those deep fried things covered in honey," he mused. "Susan will be pleased. There is no way she can tell us we've been neglecting to eat! My favourite thing though? Just letting go of our responsibilities for a week and having time to spend with each other."

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[info]openbottle
2015-01-29 05:18 pm UTC (link)
Seamus paused to look at Dean, rolling his eyes with exaggerated slowness. "You are such a sap," he announced. He didn't disagree, of course not, but sometimes actually saying these things out loud felt so... Seamus didn't have a word for it - and at other times he was completely fine with getting all sentimental. Fortunately, Dean put up with any and all of Seamus's moods without complaint. Seamus supposed he sort of had to, with as long as they'd known each other, but then he remembered Susan had known them almost as long as could still show Seamus the sharp side of her tongue when he was being an idiot.

So, shaking his head, Seamus just grinned and pushed his curls back. "Love you too, gorgeous," he muttered - with as much affection as mockery. He slid away from Dean then to stand by the table. "And on that note - I need to pee. Don't eat all the food while I'm gone."

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[info]artistdean
2015-01-30 08:32 pm UTC (link)
Dean rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at Seamus. Sometimes they managed a vague sense of sentimentality without the teasing, mostly they didn't. It just wasn't how they worked.

"Yeah, yeah and you say I'm the sap," he said, rolling his eyes again, brushing off the affection as someone who knew there was plenty more where it came from despite the shot of warmth it pushed through his belly. That was something to ignore. "And I'm not promising anything about the food," he said as Seamus got up. "Pee quickly!" he added to Seamus' back as he stepped away. Not that he was actually planning on eating all of the food, but he wasn't going to slow up just because Seamus had to go to the loo.

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