Face Painting (Dean & Seamus)
Dean gave Seamus a look which showed exactly how much he believed that Seamus had good intentions for his own face paint and shrugged about the kids comment. That suggestion had actually been Braith's if truth be told. Given the woman had an assortment of family and friends of that age who adored her he wasn't too surprised she'd had a suggestion to give.
Thankfully Seamus' eyes weren't too distracting as he concentrated on his skin apart from when he went a bit cross-eyed trying to look at the brush bisecting his nose. That tugged a brief smile onto Dean's face. Seamus saw him work from time to time, or just idly doodling, but it wasn't usually quite so up close and personal.
He hummed in agreement. "Yeah, I saw the tent," he said, starting to paint the outer part of Seamus' face. "Didn't go in. I mean, I know it's real and stuff, but Trelawney..." he said trailing off with a shrug. The experience of Divination classes had pretty much put him off the area full stop. "I got a cake from Melinda earlier though."
He was trying not to get the paint quite into Seamus' hairline, especially when he planned to add black at the edge too, but he frowned a couple of times when his paintbrush inched slightly closer than intended. "You're gonna have to wash your hair too," he said, "to get it all off."