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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean's comment made Seamus pause, stepping back from the counter. "Shit. Scruff." He couldn't even remember what the owl had done after delivering Dean's reply. "Hang on." Obviously distracted, he pulled the door to his bedroom open and had a look inside. Scruff was sitting on his usual perch, eyes closed in sleep. Seamus entered quietly, refilling Scruff's bowl of water and scratching his downy head. "Thanks for the emergency deliveries," he murmured - but Scruff was either too deeply asleep or else too offended to take notice.

He left the door to his bedroom ajar when he returned, picking up the tea-making where he'd left off. He checked the milk which was, for once, perfectly normal in both scent and colour, and deposited Dean's tea by his elbow on the counter. He hauled himself up to sit on the same surface, heels kicking against the cupboards underneath. "Cookie, please," he said, holding his hand out.