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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus smile brightly, eyes still closed. "Could actually be fuckin' brillian'." He added the idea to his ever-changing mental list of things to think about, take care of and generally deal with. "Everyone's so busy... maybe next bank holiday or something." Or the Sunday before a bank holiday, that could work. Thinking of the Hufflepuffs made him think, briefly, of Justin. He was pretty sure the man was still alive and working and around but he did seem to have dropped Seamus like a hot potato which was... kind of painful, in a way Seamus didn't want to preoccupy himself with. He sighed, wondering if their on-off sexual relationship had been worth making group gatherings awkward and strange. Without it, Seamus's sexual experience would be a couple of guys who'd put up with his scar for a night or two before bailing... Much as he tried not to think about it, the thoughts clouded his previously serene expression.

Dean's reminder of the fun they'd had together brought the smile back to his face. "Knew you too well, even then," he said, proud. "Always knew where you were gonna hide." His mind spun away from painful topics to make lazy circles around the topic of children's games. "Wink murder, heads-down/thumbs-up, alibi." He snorted. "Susan would be wicked good at alibi. Wipe the floor with all of us."