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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"So much worse," he agreed so solemnly that he could only be amused. "Your face first thing in a morning for one!" he said. Man, a new source of inspiration was making him all kinds of perky and witty.

Dean looked over too and tilted his head. He could see what Seamus meant from this angle. "Yeah, it looks like a kangaroo from lying on the sofa," he said and shrugged. It was one of those things he did when he was half awake after napping on the sofa, just running his eyes over the ceiling. "Well, only time will tell," he muttered. Honestly now that Seamus had brought food he was feeling hungry. It happened when he was in a period of inspiration pretty regularly. He'd forget about food until someone mentioned it or brought him some, at which point he'd find he was basically ravenous. Thankfully since he was at the start of a run of inspiration it wasn't anything like as bad as it could be.

"It takes hours to make. I'd eat lunch first anyway," Dean said sagely. Once his hands were clean and dried he went and joined Seamus on the sofa. It was easily long enough that even he could stretch out on it, but he still dropped down so he was almost touching Seamus. He held his hand out for a sandwich. "Half of each," he reiterated.