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Tweak says, "Did you just say...hizzle?"

Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-24 22:27:00

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character: dean thomas, character: susan bones

RP: Tête-à-tête
Who: Susan and Dean

What: Having a nice, terrifying chat

Where: Dean's studio

When: Friday morning

Rating: Let's say NSFW for language

Susan walked briskly through the gallery towards Dean's studio, pausing long enough smile and nod at Ophelia and Braith - eliciting a squeak from the former, and a smile and nod from the latter. She reached the door to the studio and squared her shoulders. It was definitely time for them to have a little talk about recent events, also to eat some lasagne that Susan had made the previous night. Ideally, Susan would have preferred that the conversation be conducted under the influence of alcohol, but she was a) respectful enough of Dean to know that would be a tremendously bad idea, and b) attempting to not become an alcoholic, so lasagne was an excellent substitution.

She jerked back from her reverie and knocked on the door, waited a moment, and then entered, trusting that the wards would let her through. She looked around and found Dean painting some decidedly Spanish-looking dancers and staring wistfully at another set of paintings. "Alright handsome," she called genially, shutting the door behind her with her foot. "I come bearing lasagne, good cheer, and the rather delightful knowledge that I can make your ex-girlfriend go paler than a crypt sheet." She moved forward to hug him, then pulled back, with her head tilted. "Also I figure we could have a little tête-à-tête."

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susanamybones
2015-05-05 05:19 am UTC (link)

"Oh damn," Susan said, snapping her fingers sarcastically. "I was going to suggest you read Herman Melville, Susan Sontag, William Faulkner, and Samuel Beckett. I guess I'll just have to think of some authors who aren't uncomfortably verbose." She looked through the box with interest, finally selecting several moist looking cookies with enough chocolate in them to make even the most hardened health nut go weak at the knees. "I was joking about the hundred books actually," she replied between mouthfuls of salted caramel and chocolate. "I was thinking I'd throw a couple of magical bestsellers at you? Stuff by Libra Traficante, Historia Witz, Michael Buchmann, and Augustus Prolixus even. I'm fairly sure I have all of their books, and if not I'll just have to go and get them, which would be a shame."

"Yes mother, I'll remember," Susan replied, lifting her hands in surrender. "Actually, speaking of mothers, mine's been complaining that she hasn't seen you and Seamus for far too long and that you should come up to Rosethorn with me next time I visit." Changing the subject was probably a good idea, since Susan had a sinking feeling that she probably would indeed, forget to tell Lucy about Dean - especially if her coming week was anything like the last, or the one before that.

She shuddered delicately, both at the thought of eating eels, and for the emphatic reason that Dean had for not liking eels. "That's a deal," she said emphatically. No need to bring anymore trauma to her friend's life - especially since he still had the fresh realisation that he was in love with his best friend to deal with. She continued to wheeze with laughter for several moment, holding up her hand to turn down his offer for water. "Oh I agree. I always put far more chocolate in things than the recipe asks for, but that just sounded so... Very food snobby and I loved it."

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artistdean
2015-05-05 03:29 pm UTC (link)

Dean wrinkled his nose in distaste. "I mean I don't mind a bit of length if they're easy to read but I'll pass on all the wordy stuff thanks." In a way he was sort of the opposite of a book snob and wanted something easy and decently written and relaxing. "Wizarding is good, you know I've not read that much," he said, examining a piece of cookie unnecessarily closely before putting it in his mouth. "And what a shame, buying new books, how sad," he said, sarcasm heavy in his voice.

"Oh, well you know I'm bad at ignoring mothers, apart from sometimes my own," he joked. Not that it was a joke really. Between his Mum and Aunt Rose he'd been taught to have a lot of respect for maternal figures, even though he barely remembered a time before his Dad joined their family. "Just give me a bit of warning and I'll do my best to come along," he said.

Susan's reaction to his apparent food snobbishness made him frown a bit. He certainly hadn't meant it that way, but he supposed it could come off like that. "I'm not sure how you think I'm a food snob when you've seen the combinations I come up with for random leftovers and stray bits," he protested. Leftover Thai curry and couscous wasn't the weirdest thing he'd managed to come up with. None of it tasted bad, just didn't quite fit together really.

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