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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He very nearly rolled his eyes, but suddenly there was a Seamus-shaped limpet attached to his side and instead he just groaned. "Yes, yes I do," he said, trying to sound put out, but mostly just sounding fond. Since he had a trapped arm he couldn't really return the hug very well, but he did sling his free arm over Seamus' and tilted his head over to rest on his friend's for a moment, taking and releasing a noisy breath. "Fine, you get beer. I'll have lemonade or something. I've got to have potion tonight and I really don't want to mix it no matter how fucking tempting it is," he said, starting to grumble.

When Seamus released him, and he smiled tightly at his mention of two actual meals. "For breakfast, sure. I probably should have come to the pub for lunch because that would have skipped out at least one awkward encounter for the day, and I might have managed to get you to eat as a bonus," he said, starting to almost pace, but it was basically impossible in his tiny kitchen so he basically ended up walking to the fridge and opening and closing it in frustration. In fact Dean might have admitted to the door being slightly slammed. Slightly.