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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean smiled, glad for the reassurance and then smirked slightly. "Well, that counts me out then. I'd just steal them all," he said and waggled his eyebrows. He was rather fond of grapes and any time he bought them they had trouble lasting a day in his house. He watched Seamus lick his lips, and inadvertently licked his own in response, turning to frowning as Seamus shifted and managed to elbow him. Not that he retaliated, it was just one of those consequences of his moving around on the couch.

He snorted and rolled his eyes. "Oh, sure we can buy one, I just thought you might know someone who has one. I can always go get one, since I'm more likely to be out and doing stuff," he offered. Dean hummed in agreement, the fact that Thursday was chess evening was part of the reason he'd stuck to the day as his swimming day. "Well, you know, if I'm not at the pub I've probably not got anything much going on, apart from maybe work, so other nights are good too. And Susan doesn't care if we use her pool whenever," he said.

Flicking his eyes to Seamus he hummed slightly, considering it. "Yeah, I guess so, and if there's something going on anyway I'd be able to go fly on the pitch before and after matches," he said. He didn't really think he was up for a full contact quidditch game, even now, not when it seemed likely that he'd be playing with or against at least one person he didn't trust enough.