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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Re: Dean, Susan and Seamus
As he'd said he would, Seamus sat in the sand at their feet, between the two of them, but with his head tilted back to rest against Dean's knee. "I am the best friend ever," he said, looking at Dean, a little upside down. It wasn't, perhaps, the most flattering view. "But yours, yes." He loved Susan, and Ernie, and all the others. Sometimes it amazed him he had room in his heart for so many people. Other times, it seemed like the reason he couldn't seem to fit a boyfriend in too. Still, Dean was his best best friend and everyone knew it.

Seamus tucked one leg under him, endeavouring to build some kind of structure out of the dry sand. It didn't work, not without water to cement it with. Mostly, he was able to produce a roughly triangular pile of sand. "Mmm. But we already know how lucky we are to have what we have," Seamus pointed out. "The fountain couldn't do much, could it. I mean, the tales say it's not actually magical."