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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Thanks, man. We'll see when it's done. And Bryony's nice enough. I've not seen too much of her yet, but she's good at bringing coffee or more pigment if I ask for it. But I know how much that job sucks so I try to only do it when I'm desperate. She's mostly Braith's responsibility though." He really hadn't seen all that much of her, and he knew Braith had been suggesting she went out to practice some of the time, partly because of the show coming up and needing to get on with her own work, and partly because real life situations were often more useful than forced ones in the studio.

Dean ate his food thoughtfully for several long moments, trying to think through his reactions to the offer. "Honestly you're welcome to buy them if you want them. For the last," he waved a hand negligently, "however long I'v been keeping them around to remind me of how far I've come since being chased in the woods, and since my initial breakdown or whatever." He scratched his nose and bit his lip, trying to find the right words. "I don't know that I'd want to look at any of them all the time. Sometimes they can be a bit triggering, some of them anyway. I like the one with the hat and the flowers that I did for Dobby though. It's more memorial than nightmare. Nobody wants a picture of a house elf with a knife in its chest," he said, brightening slightly as he spoke of the elf, even if the attempt at humour was desperately off colour.