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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus briefly paused to blink at Dean. "The what?" Seamus's idea of angels came largely from nativity plays when he was a kid. His family had never been particularly church-going, and he'd certainly never been enrolled in Sunday school or anything like that. His face morphed through a serious of uncomfortable expressions as he imagined Dean naked - first without and then with his correct anatomy - and then remembered that imagining your friends naked was weird. "That sounds too tragic to think about," he eventually decided.

Since there was nothing to be done, Seamus tried to relax - which didn't entirely work. "It was a good meeting," he defended. Dean had missed the end of it, obviously, but Seamus was pleased (as pleased as he could be) about how it had turned out. He didn't say anything further, didn't voice the ever-present wish that it could all just be easier somehow.

Too tired for theatrics, Seamus just shot Dean a dead-pan glare. "One of the best, anyway. Joint top with Christmas and your birthday and New Year and St Patrick's day."