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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus glared as his best mate fell to pieces laughing at him. "Should've wiped egg on you," he grumbled and did indeed approach to wipe damp (though egg-free) hands down the sides of Dean's jeans. As usual his attempt to pretend to be angry at Dean lasted barely long enough for him to complete a sentence. He leaned against Dean, feeling him still shake with laughter and grinned. Egg on his hand was a small price to pay to make Dean laugh like this.

"Omelette and chips?" he suggested. His mam didn't have a deep-fat fryer but Seamus had the technique for oven chips memorised and magic would help speed the process. A banana for breakfast was definitely not enough food, but Seamus wasn't really in a position to talk what with as often as he skipped meals. "And then we'll raid the biscuit tin. Or if you want we can walk down to the chippy, it's not far." As if Dean didn't know that. The local fish and chip shop had been a regular feature of summers with Seamus.