Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dean shifted uncomfortably and frowned slightly as Susan fiddled with his shirt, but refrained from batting her hands away. He knew it wouldn't get him anything but a glare and a hand slap of his own. "I wanted to make an effort, thought I might as well double up on the things that are weird for me," he said to Seamus with an semi-apologetic shrug. "She's not wrong about dressing me though. I realised I basically have variations of work clothes that might or might not have paint on them or really formal stuff, and I sort of felt like I should make an effort. Besides, you look good," he said nodding at Seamus t-shirt with a smile. He also looked a hell of a lot more relaxed in his clothes than Dean felt, but Dean wasn't sure if his discomfort was all clothes or had the new situation thrown in.
He shifted again as Susan declared them to be off hunting people to dance with. He hadn't actually mentioned that to Susan, but trust her to know something was up. "Well, the dancing will certainly be very questionable," he said, taking a slightly defensive sip of his drink. His dancing skills weren't awful, but mostly he pulled them out when he was tipsy or feeling silly, neither of which applied right now.