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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus scoffed, throwing himself into the joke despite the pain in the unnerving way he sometimes did when he couldn't quite bring himself to politely let it drop. "It has to be a dragon," he insisted. "Just because I've been single forever doesn't mean I'm going to accept anything less than the manliest and most valiant of princes." Simultaneously Seamus wondered if that were true - would he never 'settle'? - and whether it were the problem - maybe he needed to settle for less than his own adolescent idea of love. Ignoring these unhappy thoughts, he pressed on. "Or, at the very least, a Hippogryff. At least I'll know he's polite."

He ducked nearer and wrapped his arms around Dean once they were both standing. "But your stuff is -" He paused. He'd been about to say 'real', but he was pretty sure that would just earn him a lecture on how his stuff was real too. "Serious," he amended. "You're not moping around like a teenager because nobody loves you!" Seamus really wasn't overly happy with himself about that, but it was too late now - and at least it was Dean, who would put up with him and not Susan who'd have lectured him about letting Justin go. "'Cept you," he amended, because he knew Dean loved him - just not in that way. "And Susan, and Dennis and Dominc and Mam and Dad and Graeme and..." He gave a smile that was only slightly brighter than was natural. "See? I'm being a prat. Let's get me to bed."