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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

The exaggerated pout made Dean's face break out in a grin, eyes lighting up at his ridiculous friend. "Oh, no," he reassured with amusement after he'd finished his mouthful. "Plenty pretty enough, look at all these curls," he said, blowing slightly through Seamus' hair. Normally he'd run his hands through it, but with greasy hands that seemed like a horrible plan. "No, what I meant is you'd never stay still long enough for someone to feed you grapes!" he said, very pleased with himself.

Dean twitched hard to the side as Seamus poked him, batting vaguely at his hand. He was about to say something but was distracted momentarily by Seamus licking his fingers, not quite sure why it was suddenly so fascinating. "I really enjoyed the flying," he said, slouching down more into the sofa. "Maybe another time we could do a little less furious racing, take a quaffle with us and toss it around." He wouldn't suggest a full blown quidditch game but the two of them messing around would be fun. Not that he couldn't imagine them possibly ending up wrestling over the ball, but slightly less crashing into either trees or the ground would be good.