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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I was hanging around anyway," Seamus assured Charlie, not wanting him to feel that he'd kept him against his will. Far from it. It was habitual now to stand behind the bar and interact his customers - he liked being able to do it when his attention wasn't constantly diverted. "I'll see you around."

Seamus walked close to Dean on the stairs up to his flat, shoulder occasionally bumping into the very real weight of Dean's. "You want some food?" he asked. "I actually went shopping this morning." Mostly because the hours between waking and the pub opening had seemed impossibly long and he'd been too restless to settle to paperwork. "I can make spag bol or chicken with mushroom sauce or... stew would probably take too long." He didn't move immediately to his kitchen, unable to tear himself from Dean's side just yet. "It's not even my day to check in on you, and I'm still willing to provide you with food."