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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

The image of Seamus feeding him grapes was honestly amusing and he snorted, shaking his head. He had rolled his eyes at Seamus' fingers creeping across to his chips. Honestly it wasn't like he was going to moan about one chip. Then of course his idiot friend actually went ahead and tried to feed him. To start with he was stubborn, biting his lip to stop laughing aloud, even though he was smiling widely. In the end he gave in, opening his mouth and letting himself be fed, lips just brushing Seamus' fingers. "Yes we are," he agreed, once he was done chewing.

"Mmm, me too," Dean agreed. He was always a fan of warmer weather. He nodded, it was always nice to have the outside space at the pub open for more than smokers who wanted to freeze. "Sounds good," he said. "Easy enough to organise too," he said, sinking lower on the sofa. The expected chain reaction of yawning once Seamus started took a little while to appear, but Dean was already nodding. It hadn't been a good day for him until Seamus had turned up, and then they'd just done a lot of demanding stuff. "No, I'll come too. I'm going to take my potion," he said, half-muffled by the yawn. "I'm not... I've not got anything else to do tonight." He shrugged. He'd managed to physically and mentally tire himself, and once had food it was definitely time to at least shower and get into bed, even if he didn't sleep immediately.