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Tweak says, "He's kinda sweet."

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
2015-04-15 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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