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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus could tell Dean was distracted by thoughts of cake, and shook his head. "There go my hopes of lasagne," he whined. "I brought it on myself, bringing up delicious cake." Dean's baking, however experimental it might be, was doubtless significantly better than anything Seamus could manage - but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. And if he'd already owled his mam asking her to make a cake, just in case, well... No one need know.

"It's getting easier though. Kinda." Seamus felt like he knew most people in Battlescars pretty well by now, which made it easier to talk in front of them. There were still things he'd never brought up that nagged at him weekly. Should he talk about them? Would it help? Or would it just make things worse...? He pushed those thoughts aside, with the guilt of leading the group without really knowing what he was doing. "Cake would be good." Not the coming Sunday, though. That was Dean's birthday and Seamus and Dominic had been planning what to do to celebrate it.