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Tweak says, "Are you my Mummy?"

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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openbottle
2014-08-21 09:58 pm UTC (link)

The scent of the candle comforted Seamus as soon as he recognised it. Just the fact that Dean had calmed down enough to find and light it was a good sign. "It's okay," he said. He never needed Dean to apologise, but it seemed churlish not to accept it when he did. "I'll add it to my list of stupid shit not to say." He really did have a mental list, one which had started long before the war, of things he should think before saying.

He approached Dean on the couch. "Room on there for me?" he asked, hoping Dean would be ready for a hug but willing to respect it if he wasn't. He could take his own reassurance from the fact that Dean was still in his flat, rather than across the city in his own or his studio.

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artistdean
2014-08-21 10:06 pm UTC (link)

Dean inhaled deeply, making sure to look at Seamus and see his friend, remind himself of their connection and not the joke that had misfired in his head. Slowly letting out the breath again after a few seconds he nodded, shifting a couple of stray items onto the top of the box so Seamus could sit.

"Yeah, there's room," his smile not quite easy but certainly more relaxed. He wanted the comfort of touch now, the warmth of a friend. It was a touchstone all of its own.

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