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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus laughed, glancing between himself and Dean in mock confusion. "Yes, I can't imagine why the family of pasty-white, freckle-prone Irish beauties didn't spend more time at the beach growing up," he teased. "You've seen mam. I swear she got sunburned in the rain once!"

After paying for both portions - all of which was refreshingly cheap compared to London - Seamus let Dean carry the bag. He could tell from the way he was eyeing it up that he wanted to dig into his chips already. "I would never. I have fond memories of that scarf." A (mostly good-natured) argument about the merits of West Ham and the English Premier League vs the Dungannon Swifts and the Irish teams had been one of the first conversations he'd had with Dean.

Seamus's favourite low stretch of wall was free, save a few birds which Seamus waved away. He hoisted himself up and then reached for the food. "See," he said, with a gesture at the surrounding countryside and farmland. "Isn't this much better than being cooped up in your studio?"