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Dean Thomas ([info]artistdean) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-10 16:12:00

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Entry tags:character: dean thomas, character: dennis creevey

RP: Miscommunication and not-menaces
Who: Dean and Dennis
When: Friday 10th April
Where: Finnigan's Pub
What: A well-intentioned interruption
Rating: Potential for Language



Dean didn't have a shift today but he'd fancied lunch in the pub and had decided he might as well decamp for the afternoon. He'd grabbed his latest Discworld book along with his sketchbook and pencils and set himself up in the Corner with a sandwich and some chips.

He had a table near the edge of the room. As tempted as he had been to sit outside in the nicer weather he wasn't sure the weather would last so he'd set his back to a wall and was picking at a sandwich and chips while reading. He would move to his sketchbook when he was done with food and hadn't got greasy fingers.

He'd had a quick chat with Seamus when he was ordering his food, but mostly he had just wanted a quiet afternoon in different surroundings.



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[info]artistdean
2015-04-16 03:27 pm UTC (link)
Dean opened and closed his mouth, wanting to reiterate his point, that he'd given a flirty greeting because it was funny, but then he'd reeled back and just acted normally. People had commented on their behaviour before, but he'd just brushed it off as normal for them. Which it was. And Dean knew for a fact he was terrible at flirting, he was awkward and laughed at all the wrong things, and got nervous. Although of course he was also awkward and twitchy when meeting new people. He had just known Seamus long enough that he was relaxed around him. "I don't flirt with him, I am patently horrible at flirting, and I'm pretty sure I can find half a dozen people who will tell you that." He didn't flirt with Seamus, did he? Shit, did being relaxed with people mean he got flirty? Did he do that with other people too? Susan maybe?

He couldn't exactly argue with Dennis about Seamus taking care of him after Colin was killed, hell Seamus had helped look after him too, and frankly still did. "I mean, you're not exactly my favourite person right now," he said with a massive sigh, "But I understand you trying to take care of Seamus, even if I think it's totally unnecessary." The videocamera comment actually made him laugh slightly, before rolling his eyes. "Look, I'm an artist, we're pretty observant too. After, what, over ten years of friendship you'd think I'd have noticed he was in love with me!" He would have done, right? Seamus loved him, of course he did, but in love with him? Obviously not. He scrubbed a hand across his face. Half of him wanted to tell Dennis to get lost, but there was a squirmy feeling in his stomach that couldn't quite make him do it.

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[info]dennisthebrave
2015-04-17 03:28 pm UTC (link)
Dennis tried not to smile too noticeably, but the fact that the other man seemed to be getting slightly less sure of himself filled him with a certain amount of satisfaction. "You didn't look like you were horrible at flirting to me," he suggested with a shrug. "You seemed pretty good actually: subtle, not at all douchey, just the right amount of sass. I made a note of a few of your lines, actually." His smile grew wider as Dean grew even more
"Half a dozen people eh," he asked drily. "Can I find them in this universe or do I need to bring out my nine-dimensional hyper-cardigan to get the job done? Because that thing is a bitch of a thing to pack away, let me tell you, and I always end up with a bunch of weirdos running around with me, and inevitably one of them dies and then the whole day is just ruined."

He smiled with much less mockery, and something approaching warmth at the other man. "I understand that, and I am genuinely not trying to be a dick. I mean I probably am being a dick, but that's more a general personality fault of mine than any conscious decision to descend into dick-like behaviour," he replied, before pausing and making a face. "I have also managed to make the word 'dick' redundant, which is worrying. But yes, I'm glad that you get where I'm coming from." He paused, and waggled his eyebrows. "If nothing else you can at least rest assured that since Seamus has - in a possibly spectacularly unhealthy fashion - the position vacated by my dead brother, that I harbour absolutely no romantic feelings for the dork, so you know I'm not motivated by jealousy." He was glad when Dean laughed at his comment, and listened to what he had to say without interrupting. He felt torn for a moment, because while Dean's point was fairly logical, it somewhat fell down in the face of how masochistic Seamus could be. "I uh," he cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I think sometimes Seamus can be very good about being thick headed about things that freak him out," he responded at last.

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[info]artistdean
2015-04-17 04:19 pm UTC (link)
Dean's mouth worked a few times, trying to run over the conversation he'd had with Seamus that day in his head. The problem was it didn't really stand out in his head. They'd talked about their respective word-restricted situations, and had a bit of fun with it, but they hadn't been doing anything out of the ordinary really. Then he heard what Dennis was saying about his cardigan. He had a feeling they shared taste in books, but that wasn't something he really wanted to focus on right now. "Don't be ridiculous!" he said. "I can provide my ex-girlfriend, two former colleagues at the café I worked at, the ex boyfriend who actually laughed in my face before agreeing to go out with me, I'd say Seamus but I don't think that would really work for this point, but I'm sure Susan would back me up..." he trailed off, realising that he couldn't think of a sixth distinct person because he honestly didn't try to flirt very often, and that Susan might well be more likely to back Dennis up than him, given past behaviour. "Ummm. Merlin, I don't flirt very often," he said, actually concerned now.

"Dick." he said obligingly, with as little inflection as possible. Although he rolled his eyes at Dennis the fact that he was affirming his lack of interest in him made him feel oddly relieved in a way that made him shift in his seat slightly. He swallowed, having a feeling that he always had a similar reaction when he heard similar things, and there was the constant slight discomfort when Seamus was seeing someone, even when it was just Justin who he'd been avowedly not serious about. He looked at Dennis not really seeing him, or hearing the rest of his points, too lost in thought. Shit.

"I've gotta go," he said abruptly, gathering up his things, leaving a half-eaten sandwich on the table and sweeping out of the pub without even waving to Seamus.

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