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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Taking full advantage of his now-empty mouth, Seamus pouted pathetically. "Why does my best mate have no faith in me?" he complained. "And he wants me to be hungry!" He took a dramatically aggressive bite of his burger as if to rebel against Dean's wishes, then inhaled too fast and ended up spluttering, hands clapped over his mouth. "Shit," he mumbled, trying to sort himself out and remember how to swallow and breath simultaneously, or else how to do each in the necessary measures taking them by turns. Finally, confident he didn't have burger all over his face or anything equally disgusting, he scowled at Dean. "That was your fault," he declared. "Always making me look like an idiot." Despite the jest in his words, he was blushing pretty hard, an indication that he did actually feel like a bit of a tit.

"I never really got the appeal of ferris wheels," he admitted. "Not for us, anyway. It makes sense for muggles but it doesn't compare to a broom, does it?" He shooed away the beach suggestion with a gesture, though he wasn't sure whether the cushion thing appealed to him. Too much like the disaster that was supposed to be the cuddle party? "Can't repeat myself, you know that." He snorted at the idea of a roundabout. "Those big swings you can fit a whole family on are cool, but I don't know if it'd be too much for Dominic..."