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Dean Thomas ([info]artistdean) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-06-26 13:43:00

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Entry tags:character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan, delivery: dean thomas, delivery: seamus finnigan, status: complete

Delivery: Birthday Gifts
Who: Dean and Seamus
What: Birthday presents and breakfast
Where: Seamus' flat
When: Friday 26th June
Rating: SFW



All the presents are wrapped in home-made shamrock-print paper and have individual notes as well as a birthday card sitting on the top of them.





The photo in the frame is one of them taken on Victis Honor Day, both with their faces painted (Dean is a phoenix, Seamus has his face contour-mapped in green and purple). They're mostly smiling, occasionally one of them will poke the other in the side which will make them laugh. Once in a while Dean's face will soften and he'll glance at Seamus with something that hints at more than friendship, but only when photo-Seamus is looking away. The note stuck to the outside says 'We're managing good times even on dark days. Let's remember the feeling.'



The note stuck to this one says 'Something to keep your hands busy, and potentially annoy everyone!'




The note says If you need a board to stick them to let me know.






Thanks to his recent and rather spectacular drop in libido Dean had considered staying over the night before Seamus' birthday. He knew he was deeply unlikely to wake up in an unfortunate state. But Seamus was a late riser, and this way was more of a surprise. Well, small surprise. They almost always did something for the each other's birthday.

So Dean had been to work for an hour (with an alarm set) and then gone home and collected ingredients before apparating to Seamus' house, arriving as far from his bedroom as he could. He went to the kitchen and set about making up the potato farls he knew Seamus loved. Once they were ready for the pan he set bacon going, at the right moment he set put the farls in a frying pan to cook, adding eggs frying in the bacon pan as he flipped the farls. He was humming quietly to himself, tea was brewing, although whether that ended up being for Seamus or just for him remained to be seen.

When he judged it was all ready he split it between two plates (he'd had only a banana that morning on purpose) and went to wake Seamus. Well, assuming the smell of bacon hadn't already woken him.


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[info]openbottle
2015-07-02 02:08 pm UTC (link)
As was his custom, Seamus had taken the whole day of his birthday off - and made sure Dean had it off too. He could still turn up to activities if he wanted to, but if he got distracted or busy at least no one was really expecting him anywhere. His family would probably apparate up to take him out to dinner in the evening, too, though they didn't have a set plan as such.

He woke at an almost reasonable hour, but took the opportunity of rolling over and going back to sleep. He dozed for some time, half-awake and half-asleep by turns, until his ears picked out the noise of a pan thudding onto the counter. He grinned, turning onto his back so he could see the door but not bothering to get up and investigate. It would be Dean. Only Dean and Susan could get through his wards, and only Dean usually brought him breakfast. After a while, the door cracked open and Seamus spotted Dean. "Oh no," he said, voice sleep-slurred. "An intruder."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-02 08:57 pm UTC (link)
Dean nudged Seamus bedroom door open and could make out that he was awake even though the room was fairly dim thanks to the curtains. "And you seem so very bothered about that," he said dryly. "Happy Birthday, mate! Although I should warn you if you call me an intruder again I'm taking away the birthday potato farls and bacon and eating them all myself," he teased, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms. The teasing was mostly reflex, and an excellent deflection from the fact half-awake Seamus mostly gave him the urge to get in bed with him and snuggle. Which, again with the teenage girl feelings. Jess would probably wet herself laughing if he admitted to them.

"There are also presents, oh and eggs, but I can take or leave them," he said with a shrug. "You want breakfast in bed? And if so do you want tea?" he asked.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-06 04:52 pm UTC (link)
At the mention of potato farls - his absolutely favourite breakfast food, and a bugger to get outside Ireland - Seamus's eyes brightened. "Friendly intruder," he corrected. "Intruder from the gods." Even with Dean's threat of taking them away, Seamus couldn't resist pushing his luck just a little. He hauled himself into a sitting position, giving Dean his best infectious smile across the distance. "You're too far away," he complained, making grabby hand gestures - though whether they were directed at the food or Dean himself wasn't clear.

Once he was sitting, Seamus smoothed a hand down his chest, just to make sure his pyjama t-shirt was sitting flat to his chest and keeping everything covered. He slept shirtless only on the absolute hottest days of the year, and never on his birthday. "Yes presents," he said, nodding enthusiastically. "And yes breakfast in bed. But don't bother with the eggs or the tea, unless you want."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-06 08:54 pm UTC (link)
Dean couldn't help but chuckle and grin at Seamus' reaction to his revelation of what was for breakfast. He rolled his eyes at Seamus reaction once hew as sat up and crossed amicably to give him a hug. "Eejit," he said fondly, squeezing lightly, particularly because of the awkward angle.

He straightened up and grinned, pulling his wand out and summoning Seamus' gifts and card, depositing them in Seamus' lap. "You poke at those while I go get the food. And I already did the eggs, but I'll always have yours," he said. He had to pour the tea too, and there was only so much of that he could manage from the bedroom, so it was easier to head back and do the pouring by hand and float the plates when he returned. "Back in a sec," he said, pausing at the door. "Oh, you want any sauce or anything?" he asked looking back.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-08 10:48 am UTC (link)
"What is this abuse?" Seamus asked, all mock-outrage. "Calling me names on my birthday. Not on." He looked up and poked the tip of his tongue out at Dean in rebuke. He was almost immediately distracted by presents, and he wasted no time in ripping the envelope open to reveal his card. "Brilliant," he declared, grinning as he set the card on his bedside table.

He looked up from his examination of the shamrock wrapping paper to nod. "Brown, please and thank you." One of the presents was long and thin, with a raised bit on one side and Seamus felt around it curiously, trying to imagine what on earth it could be. He would wait til Dean was there to watch before he opened it, but that didn't mean he couldn't make guesses. Though in this instance, he really had no idea. "What kind of eggs?" he asked, as Dean returned. Since they were already made it was possible be could be talked into them.

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-08 09:53 pm UTC (link)
Dean just stuck his tongue out right back, too amused not to. "Not the way to talk to the man who has control of your food!" he pointed out. Not that he'd do anything to it really. At least Seamus had liked his card. That was an excellent start.

It took him only half a minute or so to pour his tea and grab that and the brown sauce while he floated the two plates behind him, the cutlery was in his back pocket, handles down. "I did fried, I didn't want to use a third pan, so the bacon might be a touch eggy in places, although it was mostly out of the way" he admitted. He set down the tea and sauce and turned to grab the plates. "Go on," he said, gesturing to the package Seamus was poking at.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-10 11:32 am UTC (link)
"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."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-10 09:01 pm UTC (link)
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.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-13 04:12 pm UTC (link)
That Dean was merely indulging him was obvious by his tone, and his look. Seamus prided himself on knowing Dean's looks pretty well - he had been on the receiving end of them for over a decade. Still, it was better than nothing and on his birthday, Seamus would take what he could get. "I am a rockstar in the making!" he announced, tossing one stick up into the air and catching it. His expression that he actually managed to snatch it out of the air was only a little startled, and then only for a split second before he grinned.

Seamus cast an indecisive glance between his presents and the plate Dean was offering but in the end, as usual, Dean's good sense won out. He tucked one drumstick behind his ear as a kind of ridiculously overlarge decoration before reaching for plate and fork. "You make farls almost as well as mam," he complimented. "I can never get them right. They're always sort of stodgy in the middle. And that's using the same ones out of a packet at dad!"

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-13 07:41 pm UTC (link)
Dean chuckled slightly at Seamus' proclamation of being a rockstar. Honestly if he was Dean would buy everything he made, but that was ridiculous. The drumming did actually look pretty cool though. The stick catching was even cooler though and his eyes widened in shock. He let out a little whoop of praise. "Niiice," he said, a grin of his own plastered across his face.

Seamus' compliment did things to Dean's insides. Those things were squishy and squirmy and made his heartbeat pick up in a slightly unfortunate manner. He wasn't sure why, Seamus had complimented his cooking plenty of times before. But to be compared to Seamus' mother? That was a very special sort of compliment. He covered up his attack of feelings by grabbing the brown sauce bottle and thrusting it at Seamus, with a "Thanks, man. Here," muttered in his direction. "I, er, made 'em from scratch," he admitted.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-15 02:47 pm UTC (link)
Seamus laughed, pushing his curls out of his eyes and dislodging the drumstick in the process. "I was going to try both..." He was glad he hadn't, though. He'd been not at all convinced about his ability to catch them both at once. Still, it wouldn't made Dean laugh either way, he supposed.

He took the brown sauce and applied it very carefully, scraping a little over each farl before topping them off with bacon. You could have too much of a good thing when it came to brown sauce, as he'd learned in childhood. He only smiled more at Dean's admission. "You're a... what's the word. Not masterpiece. Uhm..." Seamus chased the word around his brain for a few minutes before giving up. "Anyway, you're brilliant. Mam makes hers from scratch too, but da' uses the packet ones. He can make 'em come out right, but when I try... buttery stodgy ick." He made an exaggerated face. In truth, his attempts weren't all that bad - but nowhere near as good as Dean's results today.

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-15 08:36 pm UTC (link)
The fact that the pen had been dislodged within a few seconds because Seamus couldn't sit still made him snort. "Yeah, but you can work out to that," he said. "Although Merlin only knows why I'm encouraging you to throw things into the air. I can only imagine you'll end up getting stabbed by your birthday present when you miss one time," he said.

"I'm a what?" he asked, curious, dumping a small pile of sauce on the side of his plate for dipping purposes when Seamus handed it back to him. Still, the compliments made him smile. "I may have practised the other night," he admitted. "The buttery stodgy thing definitely happened. That round didn't taste good," he said, making a 'icky' face. "Second lot were fine though so I remembered how at least." He wasn't going to point out that a lot of cooking knack came with practice and since he cooked a lot more than Seamus it was pretty likely that's why his attempts were better. Although that didn't always hold. He'd made farls before, again for Seamus, but it had been a little while. "Oh, and before you complain you didn't get them the other night it was last Thursday after I swam and you were at chess, and I didn't want to ruin the surprise."

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-20 08:54 am UTC (link)
"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."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-20 01:40 pm UTC (link)
"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.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-21 01:03 pm UTC (link)
Seamus wrinkled his nose in disgust at himself. "Yeah, no," he agreed. He could imagine how Dean felt - the same way he would, if Dean were to start joking about dying on his birthday or otherwise. "We already agreed, we are going to live to be old and grey and we'll tell stories about how we both made our fortunes in illegal thestral racing. They won't be true, but what is the point of being Irish if I can't tell tall tales?" He grinned, hoping his little sidetrack of ridiculous banter had done its job to distract Dean from bleaker thoughts.

He had to disentangle himself from Dean to finish eating, making thoroughly appreciative noises all the while, until his plate was clear and he was eyeing up the last little bit of farl on Dean's plate. Instead of asking whether or not Dean were going to finish, he turned his attention to the still-unopened presents. "Which one next?" he enquired. They were both squareish, which told him nothing useful.

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-21 01:54 pm UTC (link)
At least Seamus managed to lighten the mood slightly and Dean snorted. He couldn't help but think that maybe they could just have that old and grey moment with the jobs they had now. It was a stupid fantasy though and he dismissed it. "Well, there have to be some perks aside from the Guinness drinking," he agreed. "Although I still think we should get Luna to discover something new and make our money from breeding it."

They both ate rather quickly, and Dean too made appreciative noises. It was his own cooking, but he could appreciate it too, and bacon was always worth the appreciation. He saw Seamus eye up his last bit of farl, but frankly he'd resisted the urge to eat any while he was cooking so he grabbed the last bit and shoved it in his mouth, realising his mistake when Seamus asked him a question.

He shrugged. He didn't really have a preference as such. Instead he snatched up both plates and cutlery and floated them onto the floor out of the range of feet when they got back out of the bed. "I mean, one's sort of silly, one's sort of serious, but I'm not telling you which so you've just gotta guess," he said, picking up his tea and taking a sip after putting his wand away again. Now that he'd eaten it had cooled down enough to drink without scalding himself.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-24 03:39 pm UTC (link)
"Ooh," Seamus said, nodding enthusiastically. "That's good too. Especially if it's a cute and cuddly something and not a clawing and biting and exploding something." Honestly, he didn't think anyone in their year would ever completely get over the blast-ended skrewts. Why did they exist and why, in Merlin's holy name, had anyone thought to teach a bunch of 13 year olds to handle them? "Maybe like a pygmy puff, or something."

He reached for the thinner of the two presents, huffing slightly. "And don't think I missed that crack against my country, Thomas. There are many perks to being an Irishman. The drinking and the accent are just the two most obvious." The words were obviously teasing and affectionate as Seamus tore into the wrapping paper. He'd opened it backwards, so all he saw at first was the back of the frame - but he quickly flipped it over and started grinning. "Brilliant!" he declared, poking Dean's smiling face through the glass, then nudging the node very carefully aside to examine his own face. "Aye," he began, sounding as if there were more to come - but he stopped, watching their photographed images poke and laugh and lean together. It wasn't the first picture he had of the two of them. He still had a box in his Hogwarts trunk somewhere of old photographs and bits of old essays. He'd let Dean rummage through it to make his comfort boxes, but he knew there was still plenty left.

"Big softy," he muttered, his cheeks going slightly pink - and it wasn't entirely clear whether he were talking about Dean or himself. "It's really great."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-24 09:34 pm UTC (link)
"If it's anything like a skrewt she's on her own," he said with feeling. "I mean, I'm all for cute and fluffy but I don't want to care for anything that's going to do more harm to me than your average slightly grumpy cat," he said, screwing his face up. "Pygmy puffs on the other hand I'm happy to look after." Sure at the moment he didn't even have an owl, but that was more of a consideration of money and his muggle address than not liking them.

Dean snickered quietly when Seamus protested about his Ireland jab. Honestly he loved the place and was very glad it had produced his best friend, but it was still easy to take a swipe at it. This was the part of Seamus' present he was least sure about, and when he was clearly delighted he breathed a silent sigh of relief. He didn't realise it but the soft, pleased smile that slowly spread across his face was similar to the look picture-Dean gave picture-Seamus in those stray moments he looked away.

"Yeah, well, it was a good moment in a ha- difficult day," he muttered in return, nudging Seamus slightly. No need to pre-start the jokes from the last present. "Glad you like it."

"So, umm, last one?" he suggested. He was suddenly unsure sitting in bed with Seamus was really the time to be encouraging lots of dick jokes, lowered libido or not. But it was his own fault so he couldn't complain really.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-27 04:22 pm UTC (link)
"Well, there's your birthday present sorted," Seamus declared. "A pygmy puff or closest Luna-approved equivalent." He was joking. Mostly. It was entirely possible, though, that Dean would end up getting something pygmy puff related, if not an actual live creature. Maybe a cuddly toy version, or just a picture of one.

He managed to tear his gaze from the picture just in time to catch Dean's ridiculous smile and he snorted. They were both as bad as one another, but Dean was perhaps slightly better at putting these things into words. Seamus too-often tried to duck under or to the side of the big feelings - though that didn't mean he didn't feel them. "You just want more ways to show off," he accused. "Careful I don't decide to take you down a peg or two. I still have some of those sketches you did for me in History of Magic." At the time, Seamus had thought they were brilliant - but even he could see they didn't compare to the quality of Dean's current work.

Seamus happily pulled the last present towards him, unwrapping it more slowly - savouring this last of the presents. At least, that was the plan. Until he spotted the word 'dong' and his curiosity got the better of him. He shook the wrapping paper off and started laughing almost immediately. "Just the thing I never knew I needed," he said, balling the wrapping paper up with one hand and tossing it towards Dean's head. "A box of words that celebrate the manly member," he read off the box, his eyes crinkling up as he stifled giggles. "I need to see these." He found the flap and then upturned the box over the bed, expecting a jumble of tiny word magnets - and only slightly disappointed to find they came in perforated sheets that he would have to separate himself.

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-28 03:16 pm UTC (link)
Dean snorted, fairly certain that Seamus wasn't actually serious. "I get my need to stroke cute fluffy things quota from visiting The Bestiary and playing with your hair," he teased. Not that pygmy puffs weren't incredibly cute, but an owl would honestly be a lot more useful. Not that it was practical to own one living where he did.

"Hey!" he protested. "See if you get good gifts again!" Thankfully though his smile had twitched into something far more amused, even if he felt a little warm in the cheeks. "And those doodles were an important part of my artistic development," he said with as haughtiness as he could manage. And considering he was an East London boy at heart it was somewhat lacking. He stuck his tongue out at Seamus and chuckled. Seamus wasn't wrong really, he'd rather not those sketches didn't see the light of day, or at least the light of the press.

Sadly Dean's reflexes weren't quite quick enough to avoid paper thrown from such a short distance and the ball of paper smacked him in the nose. He couldn't help but grin like a idiot though. "Well, I know you're very fond of the topic," he said, doing something that would probably be best described as giggling. "Oh, bugger," he said when the magnets appeared in sheets rather than individual words. "The ones in the shop were already separated."

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[info]openbottle
2015-08-03 08:49 am UTC (link)
"Ahh," Seamus said, obviously satisfied. "You called me cute. Someone should, on me birthday." His grin was a little soft around the edges. He loved having his hair played with and considered himself bloody lucky that he had a friendship that was affectionate enough to include that. Some people might think it was weird, but he'd always just seen it as them - and it filled a hole that would otherwise be a bigger problem than it already was.

Seamus snorted, carefully levitating the picture over to his bedside table. He'd decide where its permanent place should be later, but for now it could stay there. "Mhmm," he agreed with a hum. "Those ones of Snape sticking his head in a cauldron were vital, I'm sure. Oh oh - or Malfoy falling off his broom." Seamus had got in trouble for laughing... frequently. Especially in potions. The drawings had a completely mystifying (and not at all Dean-related) habit of turning up folded between the pages of Magical Drafts and Potions - which had the dual result of sending Seamus into fits of hysterics and also forcing him to dive beneath the desk and retrieve the offending piece before Snape could see it.

"Extremely fond," Seamus emphasised, waggling his eyebrows and making a suggestive (and unsurprising) hand motion to accompany it. He laughed at Dean's dismay, spreading the two sheets out on the bed so he could study them. "Better this way. I'd only have lost them in the sheets." There was a slight pause before Seamus suddenly burst into laughter. "Not good -" He said, trying to catch his breath. "Losing willies in the sheets. Not good at all. Should keep an eye on them."

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[info]artistdean
2015-08-03 04:11 pm UTC (link)
"I also called you fluffy and equated you with a homeless kitten," he pointed out. He was still smiling though. Complimenting Seamus was something that sort of spilled out of his mouth anyway, always had, it wasn't new, but since his realisation of feelings he had been trying not to go overboard.

Dean sniffed and stuck his nose up in an imitation of haughtiness. "They were important in helping me practice the proportions of the human body," he said. "Also funny," he added and smirked. It had always been fun to see just how hard he could make Seamus laugh, or just how fast he'd had to scramble after an errant doodle. Dean always maintained it was his own fault for being so careless.

The expected gesture just made Dean roll his eyes. He'd sort of meant other peoples' but then again the same gesture worked then too. He wasn't quite sure of the reasons for the second burst of laughter but when Seamus explained he snorted and started to laugh himself. "Really bad plan that. Don't want stray schlongs everywhere," he said, spotting the word on one of the sheets. "So sad when they don't go to decent use."

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[info]openbottle
2015-08-06 09:48 am UTC (link)
Seamus shrugged, failing to see the problem. "I am fluffy," he said, reaching up to ruffle his own hair. "And homeless kittens are adorable. So, therefore, I'm also adorable." He grinned as if very pleased by his own faultless logic. "And if that makes people want to feed me and take care of me, I'm hardly likely to complain, am I?"

Dean's smirk was as wicked as ever, and Seamus had to agree. "Very important," he said, though he was thinking more about the forging of their friendship than the practice of Dean's art. While he was sure they would always have been friends, it was good that they'd started from a place of both being willing to get into a little trouble if it meant having fun. If Dean had been more a Hermione or a Neville... Seamus loved them both, of course, but he wouldn't swap either one for Dean.

Seamus laughed, delighted with his present and his best mate. "Tragic," he agreed between expressions of mirth. Then he contorted his face in an attempt to frown down at the magnets - which didn't really work when he was still laughing. "These are a little... small for my tastes, though. Just saying."

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[info]artistdean
2015-08-06 05:01 pm UTC (link)
Dean snorted, unable to effectively argue with Seamus logic and not be outright mean. "No being mean to the birthday boy, no being mean to the birthday boy," he said just loud enough for Seamus to hear. A smirk was hovering around his mouth.

The general delight Seamus was showing at the slightly ridiculous present was a relief. Not that he'd thought that Seamus would dislike the present, but he might have taken it oddly, or not in the spirit it was intended. "Well, maybe they'll grow as you play with them," he said, trying valiantly to look innocent. "I hear that's a thing that happens," he said, basically bursting into laughter as he finished the sentence.

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[info]openbottle
2015-08-10 12:34 pm UTC (link)
"You are so cruel," Seamus complained, grinning broadly. "It's a wonder I love you at all, really. Ridiculous devotion - worthy of a Hufflepuff." He couldn't even be bothered to act as if he believed what he was saying, not when it was his birthday and Dean had come up trumps with both breakfast and presents. Not that either one was surprising - he couldn't remember a time he hadn't enjoyed a present from Dean.

Seamus snorted explosively - and desperately tried to think up an innuendo as good. "I've never had so many at once," he said, after a moment of concentrated thought. "So your birthday present to me is basically a miniature orgy?" It wasn't a particularly masterful example, but in the mood he was in Seamus found it hilarious, and found his sides starting to ache pleasantly from both laughing and trying not to laugh.

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[info]artistdean
2015-08-10 04:26 pm UTC (link)
Dean grinned and nudged him. "You wound me so, I am an excellent friend," he said, ridiculously pleased. Even if Seamus didn't mean that he loved him in a romantic way it still felt good to hear it, if a tiny bit painful.

He could tell that Seamus was trying to think of something good as a comeback, but he wasn't quite expecting suggestions of an orgy and the sip of tea he'd just taken was rather swiftly swallowed as he spluttered into laughter. "Would you have preferred a full-size one?" he asked when he managed to calm down. He hadn't really thought that one through and was hoping Seamus wouldn't get gloomy about his scar. He was also kind of hoping he'd say no for purely selfish reasons.

He took a deep breath and sighed. "I guess we should get out of bed," he said. "I mean, feel free to laze all day, it's your birthday, but I feel like I should get up," he said. Plus he thought he should probably do the washing up and not leave it for Seamus. Well, spell it to do itself.

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[info]openbottle
2015-08-11 02:12 pm UTC (link)
Seamus nudged back, then gave Dean a cheerful thumbs up. "The best in the world," he agreed, surveying his open presents and the discarded wrapping paper. "And that's your emotional moment for the day." He stuck his tongue out and wriggled away from Dean to sweep the magnets back into their box for now.

Shaking his head, he wrinkled his nose in distaste. "No, thank you. I think one other person is plenty for me." He'd never really thought about it - but apparently today his brain was taking a leaf out of Dean's book, because all he could imagine was a group of his friends sprawled in varying states of undress. As much as he loved his friends - no. "Maybe one person and one toy - that's three dicks in the bed, I'm pretty sure that's my limit."

Far from continuing to laze, Seamus bounded to his feet. "Are you off to work?" he asked. "Or something?" If so, he'd have to find something to occupy his time. Something fun, since it was his birthday and all.

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[info]artistdean
2015-08-11 06:52 pm UTC (link)
He snorted. He knew better than to think there was zero chance of more mushy moments. They were surprisingly good at them. Although actual mush was spread out a little more in between the general friendship sentiments.

Of course Dean being Dean his mind also leapt to providing him an image of himself, Seamus and a toy in rather spectacular fashion. It gave him pause for a second and he shuddered through a head shake to clear his flash of the full colour image of the two of them sprawled out on Seamus' bed. "Point." His voice was a little croaky and faint. The image didn't do a huge amount for him at the moment, but it was still not the ideal time to have the thought.

"I've already been in for an hour," he said and shrugged. He was having a horrible time trying to work through his problems with his current project and had been alternating between frustrated time moving through various permutations and time spent painting the series of pieces he'd got in mind based on their mutual visit to Grenada in January. "Nothing that can't leave," he said, waving a careless hand. He could hang around for a while.

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[info]openbottle
2015-08-12 01:16 pm UTC (link)
"So industrious," Seamus marvelled. "Maybe you're the one who should have been in Hufflepuff after all." He grinned when Dean said he didn't need to hare off back to work straight away, though. "Want to come to Greencastle with me?" he asked. "Mam'll probably have cake."

He moved about the room collecting proper clothes to wear - t-shirt, clean jeans, socks. "I'll just have a shower and we can go, yeah?" He didn't think Dean would mind waiting - Seamus could shower fast, when he wanted to.

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[info]artistdean
2015-08-12 04:34 pm UTC (link)
"Oh shut it you. You'd never have made it without me!" he teased. He knew Seamus was well aware the Hat had had thoughts about making him a badger. He shrugged, not really fussed about going back to work when nothing had been coming together. "Yeah, sure, why not. It's not like I'm making much progress on anything at work right now," he said and pulled a face. It was eternally frustrating, no matter how he distracted himself with other pieces. It would come together eventually, he was determined about that much.

"Yeah, sure," he said, pushing himself up out of bed too. "I'll go was up or something," he added, heading out so Seamus could go wash and change. It'd be all fine as long as Mrs. F didn't work out the change to his feelings. She could be perceptive, but then again it wasn't like that much had changed beyond his own awareness. Oh well, he'd have to face that gauntlet at some point, may as well make it a day when she was distracted showering Seamus with birthday wishes.

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[info]openbottle
2015-08-13 12:33 pm UTC (link)
Seamus hummed an acknowledgement. "Do you ever think about what it'd've been like?" he asked. He'd done so recently, but he couldn't remember what had started him down that track. "I mean... Neville is great, but I can't see us being best mates. So unless Ron, Harry and I all hung out together, I'd've had to find friends somewhere else." He tipped his head to the side. "Or maybe we'd've met in Herbology and been friends anyway. That sounds appropriately pre-destined and awesome."

He'd followed Dean out as he was speaking, but by the time he'd finished that train of thought he was at the bathroom door. "Alright, I'll be out in a few minutes."

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[info]artistdean
2015-08-13 03:00 pm UTC (link)
"What, if I'd wound up in Hufflepuff? Not in... a while," he said. He knew he'd considered it before but he couldn't recall when. Of course there was also the possibility Seamus might have gone to Ravenclaw. "Yeah, I like the idea we'd have become friends anyway. And you'd already met Susan on the train so it was pretty likely," he said. He didn't want to think of a Hogwarts without Seamus. It was bad enough that Seamus had had to deal with a year without him. Not what to think about on this day in particular. "Our friendship is clearly pre-destined and awesome," he agreed with a definite little nod.

"Right you are," he said, wandering over to the kitchen to wash up, humming idly over the clinks that started as he waved his wand.

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