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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

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?"