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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean had been, not exactly hiding himself away in his studio a lot since his little revelation, but he had found a bout of inspiration that he'd been lacking of late. He'd still been working, of course he had, but nothing had been going anywhere very fast. Plus of course he'd had that new idea, partly inspired by the Battlescars nightmares meeting, partly by his own nightmares. They'd been somewhat replaced in the last week, not that he was all that thankful for that given the replacement, but that wasn't something he was sharing just yet.

Then there was a knock on his door, and it was at a time that he had one brush shoved in his mouth to go with the one in his hand and the one under his thumb on the pallet. So he couldn't exactly answer properly, calling what was meant to be 'come in' and mostly ended up as "Mpf!" Thankfully the door pushed open anyway, and he groaned slightly as Susan entered. He should have known that she'd appear soon, especially given that he'd managed to go untackled at his swimming session the night before. He hugged back carefully, keeping wet paint away from her as much as possible.

He sighed and started to put his brushes aside, waving a quick stasis charm at his current painting when his hand was free. "Yeah, she's not your biggest fan," he agreed. He didn't exactly approve of Susan's tactics, but at least it kept him and Ophelia from hexing each other. Mostly they ignored each other unless they absolutely had to be in the same place.

"I've not actually been forgetting to feed myself, you know," he said, pointing at the lasagne. Not that he really thought the food was really the point of this visit.