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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean snorted at Seamus' choice of words. He had a feeling that Seamus' stomach ache wasn't likely to return like before. Hunger pangs maybe, but not the crippling pain that had lead to him appealing for help. Not that he was sure, but it was a feeling.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he said suggestively. "We angels are very protective of our wings," he added, brushing imaginary fluff off his shoulder, before breaking into a laugh. He glanced at the soup, now full of broken up noodles. "Couple of minutes probably," he said, pushing off the side and using the balanced spoon to fish out one of the pieces of noodle for trying. He ate it and made a considering face. "Yeah, couple of minutes," he said. He'd already pulled out bowls and spoons so there was nothing left to do until he put the already chopped chives in just before he served.