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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"And here I was under the impression paint was supposed to go on the canvass," Seamus teased. "Have you come over all modern art all of a sudden?" He was half-tempted to get up and help Dean with the stubborn smudge but held back. He wasn't his mam and Dean was a grown adult who could get the paint off his own face.

He shook his head at Dean's responses. "One out of two isn't bad, I guess, but it's not good. Walk, then food, then possibly more walk or maybe sleep or cuddles. Or you'll heartlessly abandon me and come back to work, but at least you'll be fed and exercised." Frankly, the last seemed the more likely scenario but Seamus didn't really mind. Dean only got like this when he was working toward something.

He watched as Dean tidied, content to let him do the work because if Seamus tried to help he'd doubtless put something in the wrong place or mess something up beyond repair. Dean was better doing it on his own.