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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I'd be offended, but I can't seem to be bothered," Seamus said, bumping his shoulder against Dean's as he used the provided wooden fork to spear pieces of flaky fish. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had decent fish and chips. Certainly not since before his Chef had quit. Dean had a point about his lack of subtlety. He did try, but... Somehow it never seemed to quite work.

He chuckled, knowing all too well just how 'helpful' Susan could be. "She seems to have stopped picking on us, at lest," he said, stuffing his mouth with chips as soon as he'd finished his sentence. He supposed it had something to do with Ophelia. Susan had a new target in her sights for Dean now. Seamus wasn't quite as relieved as he'd thought he'd be, but it would probably just take some getting used to, Susan's odd silence on the matter.