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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean snorted, he knew how pale Seamus and his family were, he still thought he should visit a beach once in a while. "Yeah, yeah, melanin lottery, I know," he said, waving it away. "Besides I like you pale, you being brown would confuse my poor brain. Doesn't take much," he added before Seamus could.

"My allegiance and my toasty warm neck thanks you," he said with a little bow. Football would always be Dean's first sporting love, but he was more interested in Quidditch these days, it was far easier to get coverage on the radio than being guaranteed the West Ham match on FiveLive.

Dean's longer legs meant he didn't really need to jump onto the wall, just hitch himself up from his toes a bit. "I dunno, I like my studio," he said, passing Seamus the bag after grabbing his own paper-wrapped package. "But this is pretty gorgeous," he agreed, looking out over the rolling fields. After all there was a reason he'd come here and here-abouts to paint more than once, plus a little collecting of supplies for his canvas prep.