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Dean Thomas ([info]artistdean) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-02-14 13:10:00
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RP: Valentine's Day
Who: Dean Thomas and Ophelia Morand (NPC), Jess Thomas (NPC, offscreen)
What: A date that devolves
When: Sat 14th February
Where: London, various
Rating: NSFW - language



“Oh sod off, Jess. I’m not that hopeless. Besides the whole special date after I got back from Spain thing went well enough…”

Dean was walking along with his little used mobile phone pressed to his ear talking to his sister. Apparently she thought that he needed reminding about Valentine’s Day, and how not to make it suck for your girlfriend. Admittedly he’d not had a relationship which ran through Valentine’s Day before this, and he and Ophelia had had a certain amount of tension hanging between them recently because of his suppressed libido, but even he couldn’t forget this one. Besides, with Seamus decking he pub out for the occasion and talking about it as far back as Spain he wasn’t likely to forget. Not that he planned to send Ophelia one of the silly Valentine’s. She just wouldn’t appreciate the reference to the Lockhart year, or how bad they were.

“Yes, Jess. I’m on my way over there now. I have a rose and daisy mix because she likes daisies… Yes, I know. … Yes… No… Yeah, I’m fine, love you too, sis. Have a good day. Tell whoever it is you think I haven’t worked out you’re seeing that your brother might not be too intimidating but he’s protective and has scary friends. … Yes, I mean Susan. … Yeah. Bye, squirt,” he said, smiling as he poked the little red phone button and cut the call off and shoved it back in his bag one-handed.

He’d decided to walk to Ophelia’s flat after being ready far too early and feeling too antsy to stay at his flat any longer and was walking along clutching a bunch of flowers, and until a few seconds ago, his phone. He probably had another fifteen minutes or so to walk to the slightly better area where Ophelia shared a flat with two fellow French women.


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