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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

“Nooo,” Rose cried; she had only just managed to barely get her laughter under control when Susan messed everything up and Rose once again found herself gasping for air, clutching her still aching ribs while wiping tears off her cheeks. “S’plum brandy, but good dick good!” Which made perfect sense to her and then she was lost again when Susan made a kissy face.

“Sherlock Bones!” Rose agreed, raising her glass in a toast to the Muggle detective about whom all she really knew was his name, and now that he apparently ran across rooftops. “He’ll be home eventually,” she assured Susan, because really, it was a shame that Dennis wasn’t here, because he would have known exactly what to tell Susan about Eddie. “Rolf’ll know,” she determined, certain in her case on that point. “Well, maybe he will, which will be wonderful or maybe he won’t, which will be just as brilliant.” Rose grinned at Susan. The friendship or relationship or bond or whatever you chose to call what she had with Rolf had always been special to her and she knew that. But it wasn’t something she was pining about or even trying to understand because what they had just worked. There was no lust, not yet, maybe not ever, but “just works. It just works. No twisted knickers or upset, he’s just Rolf.”