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

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Entry tags: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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[info]artistdean
2014-09-29 05:23 pm UTC (link)
Dean had just picked up a pot of green paint, not having registered Seamus arriving, and was peering down into it. He jumped and spun around to face the sofa, the paint jumping in the pot and a blob splatting onto his nose.

"Crap on a cracker, Seamus," he said trying to frown down at his nose, crossing his eyes. There were so few people allowed to apparate straight into this space he didn't really feel under attack, just surprised.

"And yeah, it's going well. I was waiting for the windowsill to dry a bit," he said, putting the pot back down and waving at the painting he was working on. "So, you know, music, and er, dancing... did you say evening?" he asked, his brain catching up with the actual words Seamus had said. He looked out of the window and winced at the slightly fading light. The lighting in the studio automatically adjusted to the light of the day, but it hadn't kicked in yet.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-29 06:04 pm UTC (link)
Seamus held up his hands in a gesture clearly intended to convey 'I come in peace', though the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that he couldn't stop laughing. "Only you, you freak of nature," he teased once he'd managed to limit it to small explosions of giggles between breaths.

"Frankly, now that I've somehow made you spill paint up I'm tempted to say my work here is done." He shook his head and gestured to Dean, then to his own nose to demonstrate. "You might want to fix that. But actually, I'm here for your routine check-up, Mr Thomas. When did you last eat? When did you last sleep?"

Dean losing track of time was never exactly reassuring, but Seamus just nodded. "I did say evening, because it is. I'm done with work for the day and if you can possibly tear yourself away I think we should go outside!"

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-29 08:28 pm UTC (link)
Dean rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but laugh too. He had a sense of grace and balance, he just had a tendency to not use it. "Sod off," he said, amused. "I can and will spill paint every way and any way. It's my space." It didn't stop him swiping at his nose to try and remove the offending paint. Sadly not quite all of it came away and he was left with a green smear.

"I, er, slept last night. On the sofa, for about six or seven hours, then I had coffee and a banana, and that might have been it," he said, racking his brain to see if he'd remembered to eat or drink since then and coming up blank. There might have been some water when he refilled his painting jar.

If it was evening he had a hunch he was going to start feeling it, and soon. "You know, that sounds like a good idea. Give me," he paused looking around, "Five minutes to clear up?" he said after assessing the assembled detritus of the last day or so.

He started immediately, pulling his wand out and casting a quick stasis charm on his painting-in-progress and began to move quickly through the process of clearing away with an ease which only came from years of practice.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-29 09:42 pm UTC (link)
"And here I was under the impression paint was supposed to go on the canvass," Seamus teased. "Have you come over all modern art all of a sudden?" He was half-tempted to get up and help Dean with the stubborn smudge but held back. He wasn't his mam and Dean was a grown adult who could get the paint off his own face.

He shook his head at Dean's responses. "One out of two isn't bad, I guess, but it's not good. Walk, then food, then possibly more walk or maybe sleep or cuddles. Or you'll heartlessly abandon me and come back to work, but at least you'll be fed and exercised." Frankly, the last seemed the more likely scenario but Seamus didn't really mind. Dean only got like this when he was working toward something.

He watched as Dean tidied, content to let him do the work because if Seamus tried to help he'd doubtless put something in the wrong place or mess something up beyond repair. Dean was better doing it on his own.

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-29 10:11 pm UTC (link)
"Smartarse. Most of it does go on the canvas. Then sometimes my best friend shows up and accidents happen," he said. He scrubbed at his nose again, hoping most of the paint was gone now.

He waved away Seamus' disappointment. He knew his habits were terrible, but it ended up happening sometimes no matter hard he tried. "I know, I know. I fail whatever wizards want to call responsible adult exams, but I could do with a break. Although people coming in to feed and exercise me kind of makes me feel like a naughty pet of some sort," he said.

It took him less than the predicted five minutes, even though he was still humming on and off and giving a little wiggle along to the music a couple of times. He finished by grabbing a stray damp rag and rubbing at his nose. "Has it all gone?" he asked.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-30 12:41 pm UTC (link)
Seamus stood, sketching a bow in Dean's general direction. "I live to serve. At least it got on you and not the wrong place on the canvas. You could have had green sheep." Or whatever it was Dean was painting, Seamus generally tried to respect the in-progress nature of the work by not getting too close. Sometimes, anyway. Sometimes his curiosity got the better of him.

He continued to watch Dean move and wiggle to the music until he sensed the tidying up was more or less done. "Hug," he demanded, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Dean without further warning. It was only a quick hug, but it still made Seamus feel better. Not that he'd felt bad before. Just a little hazy. He hadn't slept well on Friday or Sunday. No nightmares, no other reason for it just... It happened sometimes.

Waving away Dean's pet comment with a chuckle, Seamus stood back to assess the state of Dean's nose. "All good," he assured him. "So what do you want to eat, because no offence - I don't fancy a walk in your neighbourhood. We should go walk near the food. We could drop in on mam see what she's got for us?" Thank god for apparition, because there was nowhere better to walk than Ireland - even if there were pissed off Banshees still roaming.

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-30 01:30 pm UTC (link)
"It's not... oh never mind," he said. The protest was instinct, but he couldn't be bothered to argue. "You can see how wrong you are at the show."

Dean wrapped his arms around Seamus and smiled. Hugs from his friends always made him feel better. Then his stomach made a noise. Small, but audible, especially given how close Seamus was. "Oops," he said, feeling guilty.

"To be fair the food both here and at home is pretty shit for a decent distance. Apart from the cafe I worked at, and I know what the prices there are like. So sure, we can go visit your Mum," he said, shrugging. At this point he didn't especially care where they wandered, it was all the same as long as it ended up with food.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-30 05:50 pm UTC (link)
"Can't wait," Seamus said, grinning. "Might buy a few things for the Common Room, rotate out what's already there." He liked the paintings he had already, but he knew that new ones were likely to attract more customer attention and thus possibly direct some business Dean's way.

After rolling his eyes, Seamus attempted to fix Dean with a stern expression - but they both knew 'stern' wasn't exactly something Seamus wore easily. "Food first, then walk. Mam'd kill me if I took you for a stroll and you fainted from hunger before you could appreciate whatever delight she's cooked up." Not that she knew they were coming, but there was bound to be something yummy in the house. "You okay to apparate there solo?"

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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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