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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus stood, sketching a bow in Dean's general direction. "I live to serve. At least it got on you and not the wrong place on the canvas. You could have had green sheep." Or whatever it was Dean was painting, Seamus generally tried to respect the in-progress nature of the work by not getting too close. Sometimes, anyway. Sometimes his curiosity got the better of him.

He continued to watch Dean move and wiggle to the music until he sensed the tidying up was more or less done. "Hug," he demanded, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Dean without further warning. It was only a quick hug, but it still made Seamus feel better. Not that he'd felt bad before. Just a little hazy. He hadn't slept well on Friday or Sunday. No nightmares, no other reason for it just... It happened sometimes.

Waving away Dean's pet comment with a chuckle, Seamus stood back to assess the state of Dean's nose. "All good," he assured him. "So what do you want to eat, because no offence - I don't fancy a walk in your neighbourhood. We should go walk near the food. We could drop in on mam see what she's got for us?" Thank god for apparition, because there was nowhere better to walk than Ireland - even if there were pissed off Banshees still roaming.