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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean snorted and shook his head. "You look like you've been pulled through a hedge backwards and your breath is no picnic either," he said. He'd woken up more than once close enough to Seamus' mouth to smell that and it was never pleasant. Tooth brushing cleared it right up though. The fact he was rather fond of Seamus' bedhead was neither here nor there. "Takes a lot of work to look this good," he said with a sniff. He was, as ever, wearing clothes splattered with an accumulation of paint and the potions apron just topped things off beautifully.

He took the sandwich halves with a murmur of thanks and sniffed the ham tentatively. It actually didn't smell too bad. "Yeah, okay. Together on three?" he suggested. His stomach was making hints at the fact he'd suffer through the ham sandwich even if he had to pick all the greenery off to make it edible. "One, two, three," he said and took a bite.

He grinned and nodded at Seamus' enquiry. "Yup, well, I think I have a breakthrough in what I'm trying to do for the project with everyone's nightmare words. I'm doing a test run on something a bit smaller, but I have to brew a load of potions before I can start properly." He was talking with his hands as he often did, especially when excited. "You might want to think about it, especially if this works out," he hazarded. "None of the other attempts have made it much past the second round of painting, but I really think I might have got it this time." Of course he thought that every time, but there was something about this time that had him really hopeful. Maybe it was the fact the idea had come to when he wasn't sleeping well. Weirdly enough the ideas for many of his favourite pieces had done that.