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Tweak says, "Buy me some peanuts"

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
2014-08-22 12:10 am UTC (link)

"No, not really, I guess. Several of them are better at getting laid than either of us but I have libido and trust issues so it's not like I care that much." He scratched a slight itch on his own neck before returning his hand to Seamus' hair. "Plus there's wanking, which is good enough."

Dean sort of wanted to curl his legs up too but he was pretty comfortable as they were and shifting them around would only cause annoyance somewhere so he didn't bother. "Yeah, you know I do."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he said quietly, his fingers stroking gently, his mind at ease once more. He subsided into silence glad that as much as they talked neither of them really needed it, and sometimes the quiet was exactly what was needed.

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