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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Can you imagine?" Seamus asked, face falling comically. If spending too much time with Dean made him fed up - or made Dean fed up... their lives would be very different. And not in a good way. He took another, less dangerously enormous, bite of burger and then tried to shift so he could lean into Dean without dislodging either of their food or drinks. He couldn't actually get quite close enough, but if Dean shimmied over a little as well they could bump companionably against one another. "And that is the upside of knowing you for so long," he said, grinning in triumph. "I know that you want mint ice cream and dark chocolate sauce and nuts. And I know you don't really want rainbow sprinkles because they spoil the look but you won't complain about them."

Seamus was still thinking about possible themes for the party, but it was all in soft-focus in his brain. There was no pressure - either he'd come up with something, or Dominic would, or... well, it would all work out somehow. Seamus was more concerned with his burger and Dean and the pleasant sense of dizziness whenever he moved his head too fast. "I don't know how you feel about little sugar shamrocks, though," he said, continuing long past the point most people would have stopped. "They're the right colour. And they'll remind you of me. And it's my birthday! But you probably think they're tacky or something."