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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus snorted at Dean's amusement. Sometimes Seamus himself couldn't even predict what might come out of his mouth or where his mind would jump to. Sometimes it was awkward, but with Dean it was mostly funny. "Nothing takes Ernie five minutes to heal," Seamus insisted. "He fusses!" It wasn't like Seamus minded - it was only because Ernie cared about them, after all. "Even if all I've done is fall flat on my arse and the rest of you are laughing at me, Ernie has to check I'm okay first. Then he laughs." Seamus rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling, feeling better than he had since he woke up. It was good to have people around who cared about him - even if he sometimes didn't get to see them as much as he should.

"You trust me on a ladder?" he asked incredulously, though he really wasn't that clumsy. Most of the time. Unless he was drunk, and then all bets were off. He hadn't been properly drunk in ages... maybe he should fix that. He made a mental note, hoping he didn't forget it before he could write it down.

He leaned back, shifting his shoulders against the kitchen unit behind him while Dean talked through Susan and her bizarre insistence that he and Dean were - or should be - more than friends. "She really has dropped it, hasn't she?" he murmured, since Dean mentioned it. "Now she's insisting that Justin wants us to be more which is just as mad, honestly." He glanced over at the stove, frowning. What the hell had he put water on for? He'd already made the tea... "Oh! Porridge." Had he actually thought he was going to make porridge? He didn't even have ingredients - or know how. "Maybe I'm the one that's going mad." He slithered off the counter and muttered a 'finite incantatum' to stop the water boiling and then emptied the pan with a flick of his wand.