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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Not servant," Seamus agreed. While a servant had been his first thought, he'd corrected himself even before he first spoke. "I said companion. I don't want a servant. I want someone who wants to feed me grapes." Which was the crux of the problem, or so it often seemed to Seamus. Finding someone who wanted him, restlessness and scars and all. He was starting to think it was impossible - but at least he had Dean. And Susan, and Dennis. But not Justin anymore... Before he could venture too far down that avenue of thought, Dean was waving a chip at him and Seamus arched his neck up to try and reach it, only to have it snatched away. "Me-" he started, before Dean gave in and fed Seamus one of his own chips. "Mmm. Good." He licked his lips of salt and closed his eyes for a moment. "Suppose I have to get up again if I want fish." He managed to swing himself around more elegantly this time, only elbowing Dean a little bit.

He busied himself with a mouthful of fish and batter, nodding as Dean carried the conversation. "I think I can get ahold of a quaffle without breaking the bank," he confirmed, adding it to his never-ending mental list of things to do. "Mmm, Thursday's not great. I like to be around for the chess. We should arrange to go some other time." Another thing, then, that they might or might not ever get around to doing. That was fine - they nearly always managed to find time for one another, even if it was just to hang out at one or other of their flats. He grinned as Dean's mind evidently went to the same place his had. "I was just thinking that. "We could have an amateur league or something, just while the school's closed."