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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean shrugged, not at all feeling hard done by. "Fair enough," he said. "Although, ouch that sounds like a busy schedule. I'm lucky that I mostly set my own and I can usually put aside an hour on a Thursday no matter what I have going on." He chuckled. "So, if you fancy coming by on a Thursday evening again I'll probably be here at least between six and seven." Sometimes he came earlier if he was finished for the day, sometimes he stayed longer if there was something on his mind or he got absorbed, but that hour was his most regular time. "Like I said I used to go to a pool more local to me, and I just switched to here at the same time when Susan moved."

"I've learned not to judge by appearances too much, but yes, the height thing should work in my favour in theory. Jess and Cat don't seem to think so though," he said and shrugged again. It was no skin off his nose. "Besides I'm fairly sure they're generally fine solving their own issues. Women in my family tend towards not being easily intimidated or cowed." Or if you got a slightly more thoroughly honest version of his opinions on Aunt Rose: being bloody terrifying.

"So, what is it you do that keeps you busy enough to not be able to use this beautiful place?" he asked. He spoke as he quickly wandered back to his pile of belongings and stowed his wand away again, not wanting to accidentally dunk it in the pool. Not that he thought it would actually do it much harm, but it was unnecessary really.