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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus sat down slowly, afraid that any sudden movement would just make whatever the hell was going on that much worse. "I didn't know who'd be free," he said, his voice sounding both a little pathetic and a little petulant. "You-" he raised an accusatory finger at Dean -"sometimes don't check your journal for hours. Bryn has another job and is trying to open his own business. And Dominic..." The pointed finger turned into a vague gesture somehow meant to indicate that Dominic was not the easiest man to track down. "I only needed one of you, really." Not that he wasn't grateful to have both. Otherwise he'd be up here alone right now, wondering whether he ought to floo to the hospital before it got worse.

He stretched his legs out on the couch, resting his cheek against the back of it and still pressing into his stomach. When he noticed the owl he almost got up again, then took a sharp breath. "Is that from Adrian?" he asked, hoping Dean wouldn't mind checking since he was already up. "I asked for some pain potion." The words focused him back on Dean's question and he gave a tiny shrug. "It hurts," he whined. "My stomach. I don't know why. Could just be hungry, I guess?" But hunger didn't usually feel like this.