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, |
"Sure, we can work it out." He was feeling sleepy now, his feet dragging slightly. "T'morro' tho."
He smiled sleepily as he pulled off his own shirt (buttons still done up), and shoved off his jeans. "So 'm I." He yawned again, scratching absently at his forehead. "Yeah, but it's not like I care about sharing with you." Sure if Seamus was asleep and he came over for whatever reason he took the couch, but that was purely because he didn't want to wake Seamus up.
Thanks to the sand his socks were somewhere in the Roost, tucked into his shoes, also Seamus' bed was probably going to have sand in it soon. Dean was past caring though and pulled back the covers and flopped into the bed.