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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean tilted his head and considered Seamus' suggestion, his free hand creeping towards his hair because it was just where it mostly seemed to end up resting when they were curled up together. "Dunno. I mean I don't know if there are enough people around to have it every week like Battlescars, but once a month or something? I mean most of the people I know were involved in the war one way or another, but not everyone was and they've got to deal with us."

The poke to his stomach made him jump slightly and squirm out of the way of the pointy finger. "Sod off," he grumbled. "And you mean what's mine you'll scarf given half a chance," he said. He forked up for some more cake for himself and finally stuck his other hand in Seamus' hair. He wasn't sure he actually wanted much more cake, no matter his earlier thoughts. Waking up from somewhat potion-induced sleep could be a bit of a hit and miss thing, and mostly what he wanted now was to go back to sleep. It was probably the emotional outpouring. It was pretty exhausting. He swallowed the mouthful of cake and put the fork down again.

"Changed my mind, sorry. Can we just go to sleep?" he asked, pushing it away slightly.