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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

“Hey,” Dean said, smiling as Ophelia opened the door. Then he took in her dress and his eyes widened. “Wow, you look gorgeous,” he said, leaning in and giving her a kiss. He was suddenly feeling massively underdressed even though he’d made the effort and was wearing ironed trousers and a shirt, Ophelia always looked so put together. Even when covered in clay or clay dust she somehow looked attractively dishevelled rather than a complete mess, which was how Dean covered in paint usually looked.

“These are for you,” he said, as they stepped apart. He felt far more awkward handing over her flowers than he thought he would. There was a card tucked in there with a voucher for a full body massage. They’d suggested a couples’ massage but the idea of someone strange touching his back had almost made him leave the shop in a hurry. When he’d been thinking up a present for her he’d initially thought about the classic idea of fancy underwear, but considering their current predicament that seemed somewhat insensitive. And now she was wearing a dress that… he chewed at his lip awkwardly feeling unaccountably guilty that their Valentine’s date almost certainly wasn’t going to end up in more than a few shared kisses. He banished the thought and plastered a smile on his face. Thankfully Ophelia didn’t seem to be looking at him.