Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean returned Seamus' very enthusiastic hug with less enthusiasm than it was given, but on a scale that was hardly surprising. He liked hugs from his friends though, despite his twitchiness with other people, and relaxed into it quickly enough. Seamus' verbal flail to find a healthy breakfast food was almost amusing, but it was also mildly alarming purely because of its forced brightness. He wasn't quite sure what had brought it on, but he'd go with it. "Yeah, well, I already fed a broken bit to your owl so I figured I'd bring some proper ones with me," he said, mouthing porridge? to Seamus' back as he opened cupboards. Unsettling.

Dean dropped his bag on the sofa and pulled out the cookies, bringing them to the kitchen. "I wouldn't say no to more tea. Especially if you've got non-stinky milk," he said, leaning against the counter that seemed like it was probably least in the way. He was watching Seamus though, because this behaviour was a little... off.