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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean hummed vaguely in agreement. He wasn't quite magnanimous enough to suggest she carry on buying Ophelia's jewellery, at least not yet.

"Yeah, paint is a hazard of the job, you know that by now," he said, gesturing with a wet hand to the paint splatters on his clothes and adding a few water ones to go with it. "Hey, I'm not avoiding free food," he said. "Far from it." He dried his hands on the towel by the sink and moved back across to Susan.

He picked at his lasagne a bit, but it did actually smell really good so he just went ahead and shoved it in his mouth. There was only so much fiddling and avoiding he could do, especially with Susan less than three feet away. "What's going through my head is that I'm seriously regretting my choice of bloody quotations," he said mulishly. He gave Susan what could be loosely interpreted as either a glare or rather pitiful look involving a measure of panic. "But there is no way I would rather be discussing this with Seamus." He applied himself to his lasagne again, vaguely wondering where he'd put his coffee down.