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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Never let it be said you don't have standards," he said, sounding slightly hollow to his own ears. "Although I wouldn't underestimate polite as a quality," he said. All the while he was thinking Well, a Hippogryff I could manage. And polite doesn't have to extend to... oh my God, he's not actually suggesting this as a test for potential boyfriends.

He wrapped his arms around Seamus too, letting him tuck his head onto the top of Seamus' which was only possible because of Seamus' ducked head. "Okay, I'll give you that," he said, thinking something different was going to come out of his best friend's mouth. Dean raised his eyes to the ceiling at the moping comment in a vague appeal for strength. He was about to say something about loving Seamus, something that perhaps contained a kernel more truth than it really should, but then a. Seamus continued and b. he remembered that drunkenness didn't usually impair Seamus' memory very much at all. "Yeah. Bed," he agreed, ignoring the implications. "And you're not a prat, just tipsy and whatever," he said. Moody wasn't the word, and he couldn't be bothered to work out the right one.