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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus' ridiculous celebration at making it up the stairs made Dean laugh hard and when Seamus bowed he had to cross to the sofa and put the food down so that he could bend over and clutch at his knees to try and breathe through the laughter. Even though he'd not had a drink Seamus' mood was kind of infectious in the best sort of way. Maybe it was a Friday thing, not that days of the week always meant that much to Dean's artistic side, but he did try and stick to having a couple of days off each week. "You ridiculous man!" he said, panting for breath. I love you. "Oh, Merlin," he said, clutching at his stomach as he let his bag fall from his other shoulder.

He followed after Seamus when he was mostly composed again. He was going to plump for coke, but at the offer of lemonade. "Oooh, lemonade please," he said, grinning back. This almost felt normal again. He was mostly over the incredibly awkward realisation of his feelings and used to being Seamus friend again, but not quite. It was still an ever present buzz in his head, but he felt like he was a little more in control of it now. Less like it was about to come bursting out at any second and ruin their friendship.