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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He sighed heavily. He hated making Seamus feel bad and his face fell too, biting his lip because he felt guilty. He looked at Seamus' arms, relieved to see a lack of marks. He doubted that anything anybody said would stop him doing some of the daft things he thought of, but maybe sometimes he'd resist the urge. Maybe if Dean had a word with Susan too that might help, although there was no guarantee. "If you could knock off the duels with Susan I'd appreciate it," he said after a bit of a silence.

Snorting at Seamus' dramatic moment he groaned slightly and pushed himself up far enough that Seamus' hand up would help. "Fish and chips sounds bloody brilliant right now," he said, shaking himself a bit to re-settle himself. "You bringing your broom back to my place or are you dropping it off at your Mum's?" he asked, bending and retrieving his own broom from where he'd fallen off it.