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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Maybe you want me to get stabbed by my birthday present," Seamus suggested. "It's a cruel plot! You want me injured and incapacitated so that you can -" Seamus stalled. He couldn't think of any way his being out of action could possibly benefit Dean. "Steal all my birthday presents?" he finished, uncertainly. "Eat all the ice cream? Ooh - inherit all my money!" Granted, that last wasn't terribly realistic. While Seamus might want what small capital he had to split between Dean and Dennis (mam and dad had enough, as did Susan) he'd never done anything to make it formal.

Seamus frowned harder, still trying to bring the word to mind. "Someone who makes masterpieces," he said. "Maestro? I don't know. There's a word and I can't think of it. What else is new?" It was a problem Seamus had often. Probably a result of absorbing new words like a Ravenclaw but never really cementing them in his vocabulary. He might hear something once and like the sound of it, then be utterly unable to recall it for use. He gave Dean an even bigger grin as he elaborated. "You practiced?" That Dean would go to that much effort for his birthday made something inside Seamus give way to squashy, tender feelings of his own and he shifted around in the bed until he could throw his arms around Dean's shoulders. "You're the best."