Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Too many fancy art terms on the brain?" Seamus asked, hoping it was that and not nightmares that had disturbed Dean's sleep. He hadn't wanted to mention it - but he had worried a little that working on all these images out of other's people's nightmares would make Dean's own bad dreams either worse or more frequent.

Seamus recognised the signs that Dean had really needed to stop and eat, and was happy to carry the brunt of the conversation while Dean satisfied his hunger. "Busy and important means you can't be nice to your friends anymore?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Even when they come and bring you food? And milk?" He sighed. "I thought you were better than that, Dean Thomas. You always promised you wouldn't forget me when you made your name." He couldn't remotely keep a straight face through his little monologue - but he wasn't really trying, either.

At the more genuine thanks, he shrugged. "You can thank me in your - what's the artistic equivalent of the Oscars?" Dean, with his mouthful of ham and watercress, was in no position to reply so Seamus waved the question away. "Whatever. One day, I expect you to get up and make a speech about how brilliant I am, is what I'm saying." He shrugged again. "Not very interesting. I respelled some of the glasses. I'll do another lot tomorrow."