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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean brought a finger to his lips with pantomime levels of overacting to show he was keeping his words to himself if it was going to stop him getting his last present. When Seamus 'nudged' at thin air he looked at him carefully from the corner of his eye before doing an inelegant shuffle sideways so they were just barely touching. Mostly one of the knees from his crossed legs was poking into Seamus' outstretched legs, a layer of duvet and jeans between them. When he didn't jump back from the touch a small amount of the knot in Dean's stomach unravelled.

He took the final package, removing his finger from his lips to do so and submitted it to the usual prodding and poking which mostly revealed that it was largely soft, but seemed unlikely to be clothes because of the size and random stiff parts. He shrugged at his complete lack of guess and ripped into the paper, completely surprised at the hat that emerged. He frowned slightly at Seamus and then tried it on. Thankfully it seemed to fit. He took it off again and examined it. "Golfing hat?" he asked, thoroughly confused. "Not that I don't like it," he added - being rather taken with the colour for one thing - "but I'm just a bit confused. Does it have protective spells on it or something?" Dean was turning the hat around and around in his hands, examining it with his eyes and fingers trying to work out what Seamus meant by this gift. Not that he had to mean anything, it was a good hat, just a touch unexpected. Susan was usually the one to give clothing. Well, clothing that wasn't some huge joke.