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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus cringed, his face falling into an expression of total dismay. Dean yelling at him when he was trigged by something relatively inoffensive was bad enough, Dean shouting purely because of things Seamus had done was ten times worse. "I know," he whined. He was only too aware of how much worse things could have gone if Susan's spell had hit him rather than the door. "I didn't think she'd really try to hurt me, but she went into battle mode." He didn't feel right blaming it entirely on Susan - the duel had been his idea, and he'd drawn first blood (granted, it had been an accident). "Believe me, I don't want to go back to St Mungo's anymore than you want to see me there." He held up both arms so Dean could at least sort of see them. "I'm fine," he said quietly. "All healed up. But... I'll try." Somehow, no matter how obviously stupid the idea, he could never quite talk himself out of it.

He settled his arms back down when Dean's hand dropped onto one. "Best we can do is not think about it, I suppose," Seamus said, aware this went against his maxim of talking things through. But there was a time for that, and the rest of the time they just had to distract themselves as much as possible. Fortunately, Dean seemed willing to go along with that school of thought - Seamus didn't want to cut him off if the talking was helpful.

"Pyjamas!" He clasped one hand over his heart. "My prince." With a grunt, he hauled himself to his feet and held his hand out. "Come on, there's fish and chips waiting if you're ready."