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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

For a fleeting instant when Dean shuffled closer, Seamus tensed. He pulled his leg up the bed a little, so that Dean's knee was brushing his calf rather than anything above his knee. It meant he had to scrunch up a little on the bed, but that was no bad thing today.

He watched as Dean unwrapped the hat - snorting when he asked if it was for golf. It was disappointing, just a bit, that Dean didn't recognise the style, but Seamus told himself it didn't matter. He'd picked the hat largely without Susan's help, and it probably wasn't very historically accurate. "Yeah," he said, deadpan. "I know how you love to golf, so I thought you should have a hat." He couldn't be too put out that Dean thought there must be more to the hat, because there was, and Seamus just wasn't quite ready to spill the beans yet. "Sometimes a hat is just a hat," he said. "But you should wear it tonight." And with that, Seamus unfolded his legs and got to his feet once more. "Right. Some of us have a pub to run." He hadn't expected to leave so soon after Dean was done with his presents. He didn't entirely know what was compelling him to get going, either, except that everything was still strange and awkward, and Seamus didn't like it.