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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-04 14:19:00

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character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan

Who: Seamus and Dean
What: Camping out at Dean's place
Where: Dean's flat
When: Monday 2nd March, evening
Rating: NSFW - language (probably)

Seamus felt no qualms about leaving Gobstones club in Blaise’s hands - he didn't usually attend anyway, and the bar was suitably staffed. He was easily able to escape from Finnigan's at the end of his shift. First, he filled a shabby rucksack with everything he might need for spending a night away from home - pyjamas, clean socks, toothbrush, clean t-shirt, chocolate, beer. Instead of apparating straight to Dean's flat, though, he made a significant detour via the chippy in Greencastle to pick up two portions of fish and chips.

Apparating all the way to Ireland and back in the span of twenty minutes meant that Seamus's crack of apparation was louder than he'd really like - and set him stumbling a little on his arrival, having misjudged the exact position of the table. He set his hand on it to steady himself, blinking rapidly to make the world come back into focus. "Dean?" he called hopefully. He'd been avoiding the studio even more assiduously than Dean himself, because running into Ophelia would spell good things for nobody. Seamus had already had to bank his anger that Ophelia was having enough of a lasting impact in Dean's life to trigger new nightmares. She had no right! "I come bearing food," he added. If that didn't entice Dean out of hiding then Seamus would have to go looking for him.

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artistdean
2015-03-04 03:37 pm UTC (link)

Dean's day had been frustrating. He'd barely slept the night before after the nightmare had woken him up before midnight with the certain knowledge he wouldn't be able to sleep again for the second night in a row. He'd run into Ophelia three different times in the various corridors of the studio to and from the kitchen and the store room and given the exact contents of his nightmare he had barely restrained himself from shouting at her like her dream-self had shouted at the whole of Diagon Alley. He'd headed home early to prevent even more tension building up in his shoulders. He'd almost headed for Susan's pool but with Seamus' promise of coming over he'd decided home was the place to be.

When the louder than usual crack of Seamus' apparition sounded through the flat he happened to be in the bathroom. He'd been debating calling for takeaway of some sort, but not knowing what time he'd turn up he hadn't bothered yet. "Coming!" he called through the closed door, rather glad that he'd waited. He finished up and washed his hands before heading back out, rather glad he'd cleared up from his latest bout of insomnia-induced baking.

"Is a man not allowed to piss in peace these days?" he said, grinning at Seamus. He knew how tired he was could be seen all over his face, but his friend still made him smile. Then his nose kicked in. "Although if you've brought fish and chips I might forgive you," he said, shifting over towards the kettle. "Tea?"

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openbottle
2015-03-05 01:36 pm UTC (link)

"You always forgive me," Seamus quipped back, not even having to think about the words - which left him plenty of brain power to analyse how exhausted Dean looked. Seamus dumped the fish and chips on the table and wrapped his arms around Dean from one side, butting his head against Dean's shoulder like a cat determined to be petted. He was trapping Dean's arm against his side, effectively preventing him from making tea, making a thorough nuisance of himself, and hopefully being a distraction, too. "I brought beer for me," he said, shaking his head slightly. "Fish and chips should not be eaten with tea - it's just weird. Only things you can sit on a sea wall with." Not that Seamus had ever had much occasion to sit on sea walls with newspaper-wrapped fish and chips. He had a vague memory of having done it once, with his cousins. Still - tea and fish seemed like a pretty poor combination.

He moved to let Dean free his arm, leaning against the counter and facing Dean. "Crumpets and butter count as a real meal, right?" he asked. "Because if they do, then I'll have had two real meals today. Think how proud mam and Susan would be." He grinned. "All your fault. Providing me with food." And an excuse to take the evening off, but Seamus didn't mention that part. They had all evening, there was no need to rush. Everything was easier to handle with a full stomach, right? Seamus unhooked his arms from the rucksack and left it to sit on Dean's counter before turning to retrieve the bottle of beer. "Brought other stuff too," he said mysteriously.