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[radiant_neville]

Who: Neville and Dean
Where: Parvati's flat
When: This was totally supposed to have been yesterday Today night
Rating: PG for mentions of boy-loving. As if

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[artistique_dean]

In the middle of folding some laundry, Dean grinned widely as he heard Neville's voice floating in from the other room. With a laugh, he put down the half-folded shirt and followed the voice, finding Neville wearing a large smile and teasingly holding an envelope from-

"A bow?" Dean questioned. "Got to give it to him, that Shay. Goes all out on his pressies. Now give it here, Nev. I promise you that if it has a pulse you can keep it."

[radiant_neville]

Neville tried to look shocked. "Who told you?" He demanded as he took the bow off the envelope and put it on his head. "I do have a pulse. There goes the surprise."

Laughing, he placed the bow back on the envelope and passed it to Dean with a sly smile on his face. "He hopes you like them."

[artistique_dean]

Taking the envelope, Dean cuffed Neville on the shoulder and laughed.

"Oh, I bet he does," Dean said with a smile. "Come on, let's go have a seat. I've a feeling that whatever it is that's in here, I'll want to be sitting down when I open it."

Dean, feeling excited, led them to the sofa and began immediately at opening the envelope. Knowing Seamus, it was... well, he didn't know but it was all he could do not to tear it open like a child on Christmas morning. One step at a time: turn it over, finger under seal, carefully, don't want to rip...

Dean took out the contents and was sure that were he just a bit shorter his jaw would have hit the floor.

"Oh my God."

[radiant_neville]

Neville withheld his laughter in favor of a solemn expression.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" He asked earnestly. "I always said that Seamus had the finest arse this side of England, not including mine of course. Now it's the finest arse in all of Berlin. I only hope my amateur photography skills did it justice."

Unable to contain it any longer, Neville ducked his head, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

When Seamus had asked him to take pictures of his bare arse for Dean, Neville hadn't thought to question why, even after the pictures had been taken. He could care less, really. That was just Seamus' sense of humor, which he'd long since gotten used to and now missed.