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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus was annoyed at his own absent-mindedness, especially when he was supposed to be taking care of Dean - but not annoyed enough to turn down cuddles. He set the timer and carried Dean's tea and his own bottle of cider over to the couch. His battered trainers came off without much effort - he hadn't been bothered abut doing or undoing laces for months now. Mostly just forced his feet in in the mornings until the trainers had given up all resistance.

"Knew there was a reason I kept having you around," he teased as he settled on the sofa with an arm stretched along the back of it and plenty of space for Dean beside him. "Can't be as bad as the time I tried to slow roast the lamb," he agreed - then his eyes widened briefly and he flicked his wand towards the oven, turning down the heat. "Crisis averted," he said sheepishly.