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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean followed Seamus' sudden flit for the bedroom with a frown plastered across his face. Seamus wasn't usually so... scattered. There was obviously something on his mind, but he hadn't clued Dean in so for now all he could do was watch, and maybe prod a bit when Seamus seemed more settled. He could ask... but despite Battlescars Dean knew that of the two of them he was the one far more used to talking everything out.

When the demanding hand came out just before he was about to grab his perfect-looking tea he smirked. "Well, you can have the cookie, but there's something else I have that you need back. Found it when I was making them," he said, opening the bag he'd put the cookies in and picked out a cookie and the small phoenix statue that they hid for one another. He held them both out, phoenix sitting on the cookie. "You broke the rules. There was no way I was seeing that hidden half way down the sugar bag," he said, raising his eyebrows at Seamus. Their game didn't have a huge amount of rules, but the being visible thing was definitely one of them.