Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"No, probably not," he agreed. "Trelawney was excessively interested in doom and gloom, but most people don't want to think that way." He was very much against the general doom and gloom of her style of predictions. "Well, yes, money and advertising in one easy package. It's kind of what we're doing here too," he said. It was true too. All of them had cards on the table to hand out to interested parties. Not that the face paints they were doing necessarily advertised their usual styles all that well.
Dean chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, I'm very much aware you're not a girl," he said with a smirk, which wiped away after a second or two when he realised just what he'd said. Then of course he realised what Seamus had said and his cheeks felt faintly warm, thankfully doubly invisible today. He manfully decided not to comment more than raising his eyebrows pointedly. "It's more that black girls and hair have a relationship I don't want to touch. I mean black guys too, but for me I have less of an issue," he said, patting his short fuzz of hair and getting a little paint in there in the process. Not that that was anything new.
"Oh, I should go check out the flying later. Although I admit I already found the cakes," he said, moving carefully through painting the next round of colour. He was biting his lip slightly as he concentrated on the edges of the purple, not letting it smudge into the green. He was smiling faintly too though, Seamus' face so close and he wasn't looking.