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Tweak says, "Well, bless yer li'l heart!"

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
2015-04-07 01:29 pm UTC (link)

Seamus stuck his lower lip out at Dean's sarcasm. "What?" he asked, reaching for a chip to pop into his mouth and then realising he had to finish it before he could continue. "Am I not pretty enough to have adoring companions looking after my nutritional needs?" He didn't know why 'pretty' came into it all of a sudden, though it did occur to him that Dean more or less already filled the described role, what with the leaving him food and prompting him to eat regularly.

"Flying, obviously," he added, through another mouthful of chip. "I don't want the other thing." He poked Dean's side with salty fingers before licking them clean. "And I have no pity for your self-inflicted injuries." This was palpably untrue, but it sounded like the kind of thing Susan would say. Seamus was just as capable of getting himself worked up over something Dean had done to himself as something that had been the work of outside forces.

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artistdean
2015-04-07 05:45 pm UTC (link)

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.

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