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Tweak says, "Hello, my friend"

Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-04 14:19:00

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character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan

Who: Seamus and Dean
What: Camping out at Dean's place
Where: Dean's flat
When: Monday 2nd March, evening
Rating: NSFW - language (probably)

Seamus felt no qualms about leaving Gobstones club in Blaise’s hands - he didn't usually attend anyway, and the bar was suitably staffed. He was easily able to escape from Finnigan's at the end of his shift. First, he filled a shabby rucksack with everything he might need for spending a night away from home - pyjamas, clean socks, toothbrush, clean t-shirt, chocolate, beer. Instead of apparating straight to Dean's flat, though, he made a significant detour via the chippy in Greencastle to pick up two portions of fish and chips.

Apparating all the way to Ireland and back in the span of twenty minutes meant that Seamus's crack of apparation was louder than he'd really like - and set him stumbling a little on his arrival, having misjudged the exact position of the table. He set his hand on it to steady himself, blinking rapidly to make the world come back into focus. "Dean?" he called hopefully. He'd been avoiding the studio even more assiduously than Dean himself, because running into Ophelia would spell good things for nobody. Seamus had already had to bank his anger that Ophelia was having enough of a lasting impact in Dean's life to trigger new nightmares. She had no right! "I come bearing food," he added. If that didn't entice Dean out of hiding then Seamus would have to go looking for him.

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openbottle
2015-04-08 12:56 pm UTC (link)

"Libel and slander!" Seamus announced, mostly because he could never be arsed to remember which was which. "If some handsome bloke wanted to feel me grapes I would definitely stay still. Mostly still. Still enough, which is the point." He could fiddle with his hands and still be fed things. To prove this point, he shifted on the couch until his head was by Dean's thigh, which meant his legs had to hook over the armrest. In so doing, he very nearly upset first Dean's chips and then his own, but he more or less managed it without catastrophe. "Go on," he said, butting his head against Dean's thigh. "Feel me a chip." Already, his hands had snuck together as he fiddled with the ring on his thumb.

"Do you have a quaffle?" Seamus asked, looking up at Dean from his new vantage point - which meant he mostly got a view of chin and nostril and hands. "I think Dominic's got one. Or I guess I could buy one." It was definitely a good idea, though. "Wish we could borrow the Hogwarts pitch, though," he added. "We could see which of us gets a snitch quicker. I mean, they don't use it for anything in summer, do they?" His mind had gone off on another tangent and he tried to reel it back in by looking up at Dean once more. "I could come swimming with you again too. I liked that."

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artistdean
2015-04-08 03:31 pm UTC (link)

Dean managed to rescue his chips from a fuzzy death on the floor with a quick scoop to the side of the package. He didn't bother complaining, it was somewhat inevitable really that Seamus' head would end up in his lap. "Like I said, dude, not your servant," he said, the part of him which had been told the history of people of his colour rebelling hard. Thankfully he knew Seamus was his friend and didn't mean anything by it but a joke. He rolled his eyes and grabbed a chip from Seamus' pile and waved it a couple of inches from Seamus' mouth before grinning and eating it himself. Anticipating the protest he took one of his own chips and fed it to Seamus as he opened his mouth and leaned over slightly so Seamus could see his cheeky grin.

He dug back into his food, chewing and swallowing some fish before he answered Seamus' question. "Nah, I always just used the school ones, but we could get one from somewhere. I mean we could use a football, but it's a pain in the arse if we drop it and it's harder to grab," he said. He glanced at Seamus again and shrugged. "Sure, you can come any time you like. Thursday evenings after 6pm for an hour or so at Susan's pool. There's a board by the door we pass messages on so you'd know if I'd come and gone early." After a few moments he added. "We could always owl Hogwarts about using the pitch over the summer."

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openbottle
2015-04-13 12:46 pm UTC (link)

"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."

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artistdean
2015-04-13 05:26 pm UTC (link)

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.

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openbottle
2015-04-14 12:47 pm UTC (link)

Seamus finished another mouthful of fish and then shrugged. "I'll feed you grapes, then. Problem solved." As much as it had been a problem in the first place, he supposed, reaching for his coke. Once he'd had a sip and set it down, he very obviously 'snuck' a chip from Dean's parcel and held it up to him, butting it insistently against Dean's lips. He couldn't stop - and didn't try - the chuckle that rose in his throat as Dean finally relented and ate the offered chip. "We're ridiculous."

"I'll ask around," he said as he settled back into his own side of the couch for more comfortable continued eating. "I'm glad it's getting warmer." Though magic made swimming in winter no more uncomfortable than doing so in summer, it still never appealed to him quite as much as it did on sunny days and long evenings. "I need some event to open the garden with, I think. Maybe a picnic." He yawned, mid-chip, covering his mouth with one hand. It had been a long day, and all the apparating as well as the physical exertion was finally taking a toll. "Bedtime soon?" he asked hopefully, once he'd swallowed. "For me, anyway. You can stay up if you like."

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artistdean
2015-04-15 12:20 pm UTC (link)

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.

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openbottle
2015-04-15 04:50 pm UTC (link)

Satisfied that he had completed his mission - both in managing to feed Dean the chip and in making him smile (what else was all the ridiculous behaviour for, after all, if not to cheer up his best mate?) - Seamus finished off the last of his fish and a further handful of chips. He knew the rest would be rubbish by morning. Even warming charms didn't seem to be enough to keep good chips good for long. Over the years, he'd tried just about everything but one night and they turned from fluffy to a horrible sort of claggy, crumbly texture that was appealing to exactly nobody. But he was full and sleepy, and they hadn't been dear to begin with so he didn't feel too bad about wasting them.

"For a change," he agreed. Put food in picnic baskets, or just let people order from the bar and have it delivered outside, and that was really all that needed doing. It was by far his least ambitious idea in quite some time. He chuckled as Dean 'caught' his yawn, stretching and rolling his shoulders but not quite managing to get up just yet. "I need to brush my teeth, and change, and go to the loo," he listed off his usual before-bed tasks. "But I'm so comfortable here.

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artistdean
2015-04-16 10:14 pm UTC (link)

Even though he'd slumped further down the sofa Dean carried on eating with a pretty determined level of focus. The hard day, bad night and the flying had combined to make him hungry and tired. Having Seamus here too made him quietly content.

"Easy is good sometimes," he said. He knew Seamus liked to do some pretty impressive events from time to time, but he'd been known to try and do too many at a rush and it just tended to exhaust him. As he finished up his food he re-wrapped the few stray chips and Banished the package to the kitchen bin. He'd have to throw it out in the morning so he could get rid of the smell. "Yeah, I'm going to shower too, but that mostly covers it," he said stretching a little himself, before pushing himself up, lead feeling like it was filling his limbs. "C'mon, up you get," he said, dragging at Seamus' arm. "My bed is perfectly good for two, you're not sleeping on the sofa. It's not that comfy."

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