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Tweak says, "You're 1-liners are not worthy"

Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-29 16:07:00

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character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan, status: complete

RP: Time for food.
Who: Dean and Seamus
What: Making him leave the studio
Where: Dean's studio & Ireland (Seamus' family home)
When: Monday
Rating: NSFW - tiny bit of language

Dean had had a good weekend mostly. His date with Ophelia had gone well and he'd not made a fool of himself during dinner and there had been no surprise explosions during the film and they'd ended the night with a couple more kisses. Sadly he'd not slept well on Friday night but it had just given him the chance to make the belated cupcakes he owed Justin and he'd spent half of the day with his family before heading for the studio for a few hours.

Sunday he'd made it to Battlescars and paused to grab lunch before heading back. The piece that had been half inspired by his conversation with Lavender was coming along nicely and he'd got into something of a rhythm and ended up simply crashing on the sofa in the corner somewhere around 1am. He raided the kitchen for coffee and a stray banana when he woke again and set back to it, humming along to the radio he'd automatically switched on, and forgetting further food or drinks.

He knew Ophelia was planning on some trip or other to see a client in France and a visit to her parents so she wouldn't be in until Tuesday. Cadmus was doing... something, and Braith was busy with her own work and not planning to disturb him so he felt justified in dancing around for half an hour as he waited for a patch to dry a tiny bit more. It wasn't good dancing, just a bit of movement accompanied by humming and poking at a selection of paints trying to decide on robe colours for the people seen through the shop window.

It was coming along well, this muggleborn child looking jealously through the window at wizarding children engrossed with their toys, he thought. Still rather lacking in proper features on some of the children and definition on most of the toys and the brickwork, but you could get the general idea now.

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artistdean
2014-09-30 07:11 pm UTC (link)

"I'll be glad when it's over. I love my job, but shows really take it out of me after a while," he said. Plus of course there was the whole part where he had to deal with publicity people and Cadmus being a smug bastard.

Dean shook his head, the stern expression wasn't anything he was buying, but he couldn't disagree with the sentiment. Plus he usually just went along with it anyway simply because it was Seamus. "To be fair it's probably not a bad plan anyway, and I don't want her to kill either of us," he said. "Yeah, I'm good, plus wards need to happen. Back door?" he asked, not wanting to apparate right on top of anyone inside the house.

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openbottle
2014-09-30 07:28 pm UTC (link)

"It'll be worth it," Seamus assured him. "And after, maybe we can sneak a couple of days off." Other than Christmas, Seamus basically hadn't taken a holiday since he started Finnigan's. Maybe it was time to change that. Go somewhere, even. He could leave Bryn and Ben in charge for a couple of days.

Seamus nodded his confirmation and apparated out, leaving Dean to ward up and follow. He pushed the door of his mam's kitchen open, finding the room dark and empty. "Mam?" he called. "Your favourite boy is home." A quick touch of his wand lit several magical lamps around the room - and in the living room, which had also been dark. Hearing no response he returned to the kitchen and peered behind the door at the calendar. Monday was ringed in blue ink - a note that said simply 'C social' fit neatly into the box. So Mam was out, which meant da was almost certain at the pub.

This was disappointing, but not the end of the world and by the time Dean showed up Seamus was already pawing through cupboards in search of food.

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artistdean
2014-09-30 08:00 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, I hope so. And when it's all done I am going to require sleep, and a holiday sounds like bliss," he said, grinning. He didn't doubt he'd need it by the time the show was done with. That and time for Christmas shopping.

Dean grabbed his sketchbook and shrunk it and stuck it in his pocket before setting his wards and leaving. When he arrived in Ireland he took a couple of seconds to breathe in the fresh air before pushing open the back door.

"Hi Mrs.. ah," he said, noting a lack of the expected Mrs. Finnigan and Seamus with his head in a cupboard. "I'm guessing she's out? That mean we're screwed on the food front?" he asked Seamus' back.

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openbottle
2014-09-30 08:15 pm UTC (link)

Seamus leaned back to glare at Dean. "Do you have no faith in me?" he asked, hands still moving things unseen. "We have a stove, we have ingredients," he gestured to each in turn, a pile of various edibles already on the counter. "It may not be quite mam's minted lamb stew, but I can do us any kind of omelette you can think of." Or at least, he could if he could just find some eggs.

Giving up on traditional means, he pulled his wand from his pocket and muttered 'accio eggs' - at which prompting, five eggs came flying straight for him. "Fuck!" A cushioning charm managed to save four of them, but the fifth splattered against his wand hand, and his wind. "Oh, yuck. This is all your fault, Thomas!" He was grinning even as he retreated to the sink to wash egg from his hand and sleeve - and to dab his wand carefully on the towel.

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artistdean
2014-09-30 08:27 pm UTC (link)

"I've got plenty of faith in you, not always in your cooking," he said, a touch of teasing doubt in his voice. He wandered over to the pile of assorted ingredients. "Omelette works, only can we have something else too? I'm starting to think a banana this morning probably wasn't enough food," he said, his stomach rumbling obligingly to illustrate his point.

No sooner had Dean opened his mouth to warn against summoning eggs, having made the same mistake himself a few times when sleep deprived, than one splattered onto Seamus's hand. He bit pressed his lips together hard to try and hold in the laugh, but it just came out as a snort instead and he gave in and doubled over with laughter, the bright sound ringing around the kitchen. "Sorry, sorry," he managed through a rapidly drawn breath, leaning against the table for support.

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openbottle
2014-09-30 08:47 pm UTC (link)

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.

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artistdean
2014-09-30 09:00 pm UTC (link)

Dean tried to move out of the way, but it was a pathetic attempt because he was still laughing slightly and he knew Seamus' hands were clean. "Bugger off, you," he said, swatting at him ineffectually and laughing some more. It was good to just let go like this and feel utterly comfortable.

"Sure, sounds good," he said, as his laughter trailed off. "I can chop things if you like, or we just cheat on the chips and I can go get 'em from the chippy," he said, and then his stomach rumbled. "Or we combine exercise and getting the food," he suggested. The mention of fish and chips was sort of growing on him as an idea. "Whatever really, my stomach is easily pleased."

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openbottle
2014-09-30 09:48 pm UTC (link)

Dean's attempt to swat him away just made Seamus cling closer, looping an arm around Dean's waist. "Nope. No getting rid of me," he told him, remembering his words to Dennis and smiling - he was glad that was sorted too. His friendships were all back where they ought to be and it felt good.

"Yeah, let's go get fish and chips," Seamus agreed, carefully banishing his stolen spoils back to their cupboards. "It's impossible to get decent chips in London, we should take advantage." He grabbed a quill and a sheet of paper and scratched out a note apologising for breaking the egg and saying he was sorry they'd missed her. "Reckon it'll be warm enough to eat down on that stone wall?"

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artistdean
2014-09-30 10:21 pm UTC (link)

Dean just grinned and looped his own arm around Seamus. "Not planning on it; although it's not like you'd actually be making these jeans much dirtier even if you still had egg still on your hands," he said, flicking a foot up to examine his slightly painty jeans.

"Hey, Londoner here!" he protested. "Although you're not wrong, your local is way better than ours was growing up." Then again Dean's family hadn't tended towards fish and chips as a take away preference, but the point definitely stood.

"Yeah, I don't see why not, and we could probably heat 'em up a bit if they don't." He somehow doubted that he'd resist the urge to unwrap one end and eat chips as he walked, but it was worth a try.

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openbottle
2014-09-30 11:07 pm UTC (link)

"Remind me to introduce you to the wonders of cleaning charms," Seamus teased, fully aware that Dean already knew them. "You don't have to do everything the muggle way." He leaned against Dean for a moment longer before pulling away and leading the way to the door - extinguishing the lights once they were both outside and securing the wards behind them.

He waved away Dean's objections. "There are shops in London that sell fish and skinny 'fries', Dean," he moaned. "And there's not even that many of those! I don't know why, but London is a desert as far as chippies are concerned." He shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked, the temperature out how noticeably lower than in built-up London.

For all he loved the city, Greencastle was still home and Seamus enjoyed having Dean here to share it - even if only for an evening. "So where're we going on this holiday?" he asked, thinking that daydreaming about destinations might be fun.

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artistdean
2014-09-30 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Dean snorted. He used cleaning charms on his clothes a lot of the time, he'd just given up on doing so every single time he dropped paint down himself. "You know me, bit of both works just fine," he said with a cheeky smile as they made their way out again.

He was half wishing he'd got a jacket with him, but it was warm enough to walk around for now. "I know, I know. This stuff was a revelation. At least I can still get decent Chinese and Caribbean food in London. Actually most things that aren't fish and chips really, as far as I can tell."

After almost making a comment about how unlikely it seemed that they'd actually go away he mentally shrugged and moved on. "Well it'll be December, right? So somewhere warmer, or somewhere wintery? There's, like, European Christmassy stuff, or we go to some hot island and forget winter is happening."

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openbottle
2014-10-01 08:40 am UTC (link)

Seamus rolled his eyes at that - not deigning the pun with a response. He nodded to Dean's words. Greencastle was great for fish and chips but pretty much completely lacking in any other kind of cuisine, unless you made it at home. "This is why we learn to apparate," he pointed out, not troubling to keep his voice down as they were still within the magical community for now. "The best of both worlds - no, stop. One pun is your limit." He shoved at Dean playfully with his shoulder.

Unlikely or not, holidays were fun to dream about and talk about and maybe - just maybe - they really could go somewhere, if only for a few days. "Ooh, German Christmas markets," he said, smiling. "Hot cider and mulled wine and gingerbread and sausages." Okay, so his rumbling stomach was currently making a lot of his decisions for him. Though a hot island sounded good too... "If we go island hopping you'll have to promise to rub suntan lotion into all the hard-to-reach places," he said, giving Dean his very best suggestive eyebrows. "Not all of us won the genetic melanin lottery."

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artistdean
2014-10-01 11:53 am UTC (link)

"It is a very useful skill," he said mock-seriously, resisting the urge to apparate two feet in front of where they were walking. In reality it was a skill that had kept him alive, but that was something it was best not to dwell on he'd found. He snorted and held his hands up in surrender at Seamus' own pun. "Not saying a word," he promised.

Dean's stomach growled lightly at the mention of more food. "And you want to encourage me to spend two days making jokes about large, hot, German sausages?" he said blandly, looking very amused. "Although the Christmas markets do sound fun, sort of an eat-your-way-around prospect." Right now that sounded like an amazing idea. "But yes, if we go somewhere hot I promise to make sure to keep all your important bits nice and slick with lotion," he said, returning the suggestive eyebrows and trying not to laugh.

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