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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean chuckled and grinned. "Sure you will," he said. As Seamus shifted over Dean pulled the cutlery from his back pocket and set it on the plates, grabbing them out of the air with a muttered finite to the spell. He'd thankfully kicked his shoes of when he'd arrived so he could just shuffle himself onto the bed, still holding both plates so that Seamus could open his presents first. It was weird being on this side of the bed since he usually slept next to the wall when he was here. The only time he ended up on the open side was situations like this quite frankly.

"Hey, if it occupies your hands it's fine," he said. Privately he sort of agreed that they might get irritating after a while, but that was fine by him. He watched Seamus somewhat indulgently and nodded. "Yeah, you look cool," he said.

He held one of the plates out to Seamus. "I know you want presents, but I reckon you want cold farls rather less," he said with an expectant look.