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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Oh, you know what I mean," he said, waving away the fact he wasn't really stealing her food. She knew what he meant. "The sleep was good though. Didn't get enough last night."

He looked down at his hands and winced. "Yeah, I should have done something to them," he said ruefully. He knew that, but he'd been so frustrated he'd just never bothered searching for spare gloves or any way to wrap his hands.

He sighed, steeling himself to answer, only to get a lap full of Shadow again. "Hey, girl," he said, letting her lick his face, scratching at her ears, which just made her wriggle delightedly so that her whole body matched the furiously wagging tail. He turned his head to the side so she wouldn't lick his mouth quite so much.

"Okay, enough. I'll confess," he said, reaching over one hand and grabbed the half-empty glass of gin and lemonade as an additional prop. He took a sip and sighed. "So, let's start with the fact that I'd forgotten that it was my birthday, so when I came in late from finishing my painting I'd forgotten that Seamus would be arriving in the morning." He took a deep breath and sipped his drink again, not looking at Susan. "Let's go with my happy imagination fucked me over and I woke up curled around him, groping him and practically humping his fucking leg," he said bitterly. "And it all kind of went to shit from there."