Seamus Finnigan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} openbottle) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Seamus pouted his lower lip out at Dean, making his best attempt at puppy-dog eyes. "Why're you making me choose?" he asked, when he could keep the expression up no longer. "I know you've been thinking about it since I asked, and you're the artistic one. I'll just say something boring like a lion or Kenmare's colours." He was still just a little bitter over Kenmare being knocked out of the play-offs, especially as they'd had to go and lose to the Chudley fucking Cannons in their last match.
Now that he was close enough to examine Dean's face properly, he was even more impressed than he had been from a distance. "You look brilliant," he said genuinely. If it wouldn't have been a little too much matching, he'd have asked for the same. "Doesn't even look smudged, and you've been out here hours." He reached a hand towards Dean's face, fully expecting to have it slapped away.