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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I have no flipping idea. I was sleepless and inspired. I maybe intended to, but it wasn't all that important," he said with a shrug. He rolled his eyes at Seamus' protest. He knew he could probably do it, but it was definitely not a natural for him to be silent for very long.

Moving through his string of ingredients at the proscribed pace, occasionally pausing and counting between stirring and adding something new. He had to keep counting aloud though, even though he usually didn't these days because he could see Seamus out of the corner of his eye. He was fidgeting around both his hands and just his general demeanour, and frankly any time Seamus was in a room Dean's eyes would always drift to him from time to time and when he really needed not to do that the urge was even greater.

Finally, finally after several long minutes of careful counting and adding and stirring Dean put down his stirring rod and stepped back. He pulled his wand out and tapped his timer several times to set it before turning it over. He then poked his wand at the fire under the cauldron to turn it to a tiny flame. It needed to sit like that for several hours now so he could relax.

He released a slow breath and nodded to himself before turning fully to Seamus. "Okay. Done now. You can move, talk, whatever as long as you don't knock it over."