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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Shaking his head, Seamus took both cookie and phoenix, putting one down on the counter and taking a bite out of the other. Once he'd swallowed, he carried on his line or argument. "Not my fault you don't look before you go sticking metal spoons in things," he said. The phoenix didn't move as much as it used to, presumably because of how long they'd had it, but Seamus still felt like it was giving him a disapproving look as he finished the cookie in one more bite. "It's a good thing it can't think," he mused, more or less out of nowhere. "It'd be bored out of its head just sitting around in our hiding places."

It was true that that was usually his reasoning for picking particularly difficult spots - though none had yet to compare to the time he hid it at the back of one of Dean's canvases. That wasn't even supposed to be difficult, but Dean hadn't turned it round for ages. "Sometimes you put it above your head height too," he said, "which makes it even more above mine and I have to climb on things. I could fall and -" He stopped. He'd been about to say 'I could fall and die' which was obviously an exaggeration, but not one it felt right to make. Not today. "And break my leg," he amended. "And then you'd have to take me to St Mungo's and Ernie would fuss over me for hours and you'd get all jealous."