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, |
Dean's grin just made Seamus smile brighter, the occasion almost forgotten for a few moments. "Spoilsport," he muttered when Dean refused to sign his face. It would have made it even cooler - walking around wearing/being a signed piece of 'Dean Thomas' work. But it was pretty cool even without that, and Seamus had enough signed works at home that he wasn't genuinely upset.
"Right," he said, standing so he could search through his pockets. "Payment." He made sure Dean wasn't watching, too busy with his tidying up, as he pushed a little more than was technically owed across the table. The pieces Dean sold at shows were often out of Seamus's personal budget, no matter how much he liked them, and he felt bad that he couldn't be more supportive financially. If he'd had the money he'd have bought at least as much of Dean's work as Susan - and probably commissioned a few things too. Sadly, he just didn't so he tried to make it up where he could. "No arguments," he said, knowing Dean would count it and try to give him change. "Come on, hurry up tidying and let's go."