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's artistic sensibilities stretched about as far as appreciating Dean's work - his eye for what colours went well together vs what colours clashed was probably objectively wrong by Dean's standards. Honestly, his first thought was to mentally check that purple and green weren't the colours of some lesser quidditch team. Purple was for Pride, but they matched it with gold, not green. "I trust you entirely," he said. "If you say purple and green won't make me look ill then I'll go with purple and green."
He grinned back, even as Dean outwitted him with his fancy magic. "That's cheating." Not that he'd really wanted to smudge Dean's handiwork, of course. His touch to Dean's cheek was so light it could probably barely be felt. "Can I talk while we do this?" Seamus asked, scooting his stool a little closer. He was perfectly fine with companionable silence most of the time, but he had a feeling this was going to tickle - and talking would give him something to keep his mind occupied.