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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Nooo," Dean said, drawing the word out and exaggerating his distress, one hand slapping against his chest. "Seriously though, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, but that's my own fault for thinking through your present to the inevitable conclusion where you throw them around," he said, genuine but slightly exasperated. The idea of Seamus dying made him feel sick, even if it was a joke. "No jokes about dying on your birthday though, please," he said quietly. It was really something he didn't want to think about. He shook himself down and moved on. "I'll take the ice cream though," he said. "Just in general."

He tilted his head, considering. "Artiste, maybe, but that sounds really bloody pretentious. Maestro makes me think of music more than art though, not sure why. I mean if we're going by people I know I'll go with dickhead, but that's just Cadmus," he said amused. Now that he'd said it aloud the fact he'd practised for Seamus' birthday treat did seem a little excessive, although the first attempt had definitely shown that it had been necessary. "Er, yeah," he admitted, mildly embarrassed. "I wanted to not fuck it up," he said, unable to help grinning when Seamus gave him a one-armed hug. "Of course I'm the best. Now eat up. I wanna see what you think of the rest," he said and moved to wolf down his own food.