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 rolled his eyes and held the cookie up for Seamus, and despite the temptation didn't pull it away at the last second, or smush it into Seamus' face.
"As long as you're there, I don't care what we do," he said. He squeezed Seamus to his side, always so glad of the company. "Crawling will always work. Not like I have dignity anyhow, not when I've cried all over you." As well as tactile he was apparently feeling a bit philosophical.
"I did like the steel drums though. I told you about the time I went and visited Mum's family and one of her cousins tried to teach me, right? I was like seven or something and I had to stand on a box so I could see properly." He unhooked his arm and demonstrated trying to hit the right bumps on the drums as if he was small again, his tongue stuck out in determination like he used to do as a child. "Only I forgot, took a step back to get one of the notes right near me and straight on my arse." He giggled and flailed his arms, almost gaining a repeat performance of the falling.