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Tweak says, "Break up in a small town."

Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-08-18 16:53:00

Entry tags:

character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan

Who: Dean and Seamus, open?

What: Dean wants to be grumpy with friends

Where: Finnigan's - bar

When: Late afternoon

Rating: SFW

Dean was feeling distinctly unimpressed, and now also damp. The paint base he'd spent most of the day making, had made dozens or even of times before, had exploded over him. That hadn't happened since he was an apprentice. Clearly some small impurity had got in the cauldron despite all precautions.

Braith had come running at his shriek of protest and just pointed towards the door. She was a woman of few words and he knew it meant she would clear up while he went home to shower and give in for the day. Luckily the base wasn't poisonous or even dangerous, just mildly clingy. Over half an hour later he was finally feeling clean and Apparated himself to Monument Alley, swiftly making his way to the pub.

Seamus was installed behind the bar and Dean pulled a somewhat grumpy smile to his face. "Hey, can I get that free drink now? Stupid base exploded all over me, got sodding everywhere." He slapped his journal down on the bar and plonked himself on a stool.
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artistdean
2014-08-18 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Dean opened his mouth to retort of course he loved Seamus more than West Ham, and then stopped, mouth open as pain creased his face. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times an glared at Seamus. "Well, that's just unfair!" He bit his lip and then scratched his head, glaring some more. Then he muttered, "Yes, I love you more than West Ham," sincere but almost grudging in his words.

"Yeah, but I can tell you weren't trying too hard. I'll let you know when it's out again," he said lightly. He hadn't picked a new hiding place yet like he sometimes had, but it wouldn't take him too long.

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openbottle
2014-08-18 11:27 pm UTC (link)

Seamus had the grace to feel a little guilty. He didn't ever want to be the reason Dean's face looked like that, not really... but it was also sort of fascinating. He was about to step in, to stop Dean from answering by pointing out that there is literally no hypothetical where Dean is going to have to choose one or the other. And then Dean went ahead and answered and Seamus felt a flush creep up his unfortunately pale neck.

"Knew it," he said, but he wasn't crowing as much as he thought he would. "And I love you more than..." He struggled to think of anything big enough to end that sentence. He never had a 'thing' like Dean and his art or Neville and his plants or even Harry and flying. He loved Kenmare, but nowhere near as fiercely as Dean loved West Ham. "More than I love West Ham," he finished, trying to make it funny by nodding his head over-seriously. Then he brightened, "And more than you love West Ham, too."

He waved away Dean's excuses. "You'd better actually tell me, this time!" He remembered - only too well - the time the damn phoenix had stayed hidden for nearly a month after Dean had forgotten to give Seamus this vital message.

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artistdean
2014-08-18 11:37 pm UTC (link)

Dean was sort of flummoxed by Seamus' suddenly very weighty declaration, and swallowed a couple of times, grinning at the little head nod. Then he snorted at the final declaration, the hint of something that had lingered around his eyes dissipating.

He groaned. "You're never going to let me get away with that, are you? I thought I'd told you!" he protested. He maintained his favourite hiding place had been down Susan's top, mostly for the look on the faces of most of the bar when Seamus had suddenly launched himself at her cleavage.

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openbottle
2014-08-20 08:11 pm UTC (link)

Seeing Dean's confusion, Seamus quickly skated away from a conversation that seemed to have run away with them both. "Thought being the operative word in that sentence." He poked his tongue out and wiggled it in Dean's general direction. "Being generous and assuming you think at all, of course." He finished off his tea and swept the cup away with a wave of his wand.

"Did you get those new paintbrushes you wanted?" Seamus asked, hoping he sounded casual. Dean's birthday was coming up and while Seamus had ideas for gifts he inevitably got asked to provide suggestions for everyone else, as well. It was never a bad idea to encourage Dean to talk about what he might need or want.

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artistdean
2014-08-20 08:29 pm UTC (link)

"Oi!" Dean said, trying to sound suitably outraged, then stuck his tongue out right back. "Just because I think about paint instead of complicated business things doesn't mean I don't think," he muttered. He knew Seamus was joking though. A consequence of knowing him so long.

Another consequence being that even his best attempts at being subtle were usually as easy as glass to see through. Although he knew the cause so he decided to resist the urge to roll his eyes and actually help Seamus out.

"Yeah, a couple of them, but I still need the fine detail ones, anything tiny really. Detail work drives me mad since mine went kaput. I'm out of a couple of pigments too and I'll need them once I've got more base made. The burnt umber and the... aquamarine, or was it Moroccan green? Oh, and I should get more titanium white, I had to nick some of Braith's last week." He grimaced. She might be a woman of few words but she could say a thousand things with a simple look.

He fancied a few non-paint related things too, but he wasn't quite sure how to bring those up. Subtle he was not.

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