Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dean took the extremely mature route of sticking his tongue out at Susan's perfect French. "Yes, that, and sure, come visit, she'll need more friends."
He automatically squeezed closer to Seamus in their little circle of not-really-dancing-as-such. "Gouache," he said indulgently with a firm nod. Painting terms he could mostly still do. The funny looks going on between his friends had totally passed him by.
"By the way, I couldn't eat around the burnt bits on your cake, but the cheesecake was awesome," he said in what he thought was a quiet whisper to Seamus. It wasn't that quiet and was rather closer to Seamus' ear than he'd intended, his spatial awareness having somewhat abandoned him.