"It's my birthday," Seamus pointed out. "I'll talk to you anyway I want." Fortunately, he mostly wanted to talk nicely - or at least, his teasing was only affectionate and not sincere. "Come here," he said, once Dean was back in the room. He shifted over on the bed, making a space and patting the covers down so Dean could see where his legs weren't.
As soon as he got permission - and Dean's attention - he ripped into the paper and examined his present, giving a bark of laughter. "Hah! These are going to annoy you so much." He tore into the packaging itself and retrieved the drumstick pens, grabbing his journal off the bedside table and using it as a makeshift drum. "Do I look cool? I always think drummers look the coolest."