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Tweak says, "bacon all and leave me muffin"

Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-05 15:11:00

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character: rose zeller, character: susan bones, status: complete

RP: Need to talk
Who: Susan and Rose
What: Susan wants to talk
Where: Rose’s flat
When: Friday, 5. September - afternoon
Rating: NSFW – Language, probably

Susan’s sudden urge to gossip had Rose a little on edge. Sure, Susan could take care of herself, but she wasn’t prone to dramatics like this, so while she waited for her friend to show up, Rose busied herself with shading the drawing of a sleeping Vasile that she had started before going to Peru. She took a step back to get a better idea of how it was going, taking a bite out of the mamaliga ball with smoked sausage she’d picked up for lunch from a Muggle Romanian restaurant. Not too bad, the drawing that was, the food was delicious as always, though she quickly washed it down with the wine she had poured when there was a knock on the door.

Opening the door, she simply quirked a concerned eyebrow at Susan and held the door open so she could come inside. Susan knew how to make herself comfortable. “You alright? What happened?”

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_rose_
2014-09-13 09:18 pm UTC (link)

Closing her eyes for a moment, Rose thought back visualising the books she had seen, though never read. Normally she could recall and recite random facts without hesitation, but the alcohol had put a blessedly tranquil blanket on her normally over-active mind. “The Adventures of,” she murmured, then opened her eyes with a triumphant grin, “Sherlock Holmes by A. Conan Doyle. Close! So close!”

Rose snorted, amused by the idea of Dennis growling at them, though, he probably would. “If he growls, it will either be both of us or me after you’ve left,” she assured her, then giggled, because she just couldn’t help it. “He needs a hug when he growls. Mostly.” Other times he just needed to be left alone. But Susan was spot on on the fact that he was tall, and so was Rolf, and that had Rose’s smile turn fond. “Rolf’s my spoon,” she said with a small smirk. “Don’t want to climb my spoon.” She paused when she realised what she had said. “Hey!” she burst out with a laugh and looked at Susan. “How did this end up being about me?”

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susanamybones
2014-09-14 12:06 pm UTC (link)

Susan groaned and shook her head as if to remove the shroud of alcoholic fogginess from her brain. "Oh my mother would be so ashamed if she knew I'd got Sherlock bloody Holmes name wrong. She used to read me the books when I was a kid, and I read them to Edgar."

She pointed imperiously at a cupboard. "The house won't let him growl at us, he'll just have to be nice." She threw her head back and laughed easily. "He loves us too much to be mad at us does Cub, he's a good lad. A good sad lad. A good very sad cub lad. Huggings are what we should give him." She frowned for a moment, feeling the glimmer of an idea in her inebriated mind. "Maybe we can clone Rolf and make a gay one, so Dennis can have a man again!" She looked at the appalled expression on Rose's face and laughed. "I was joking, joking! Spoon Rolf is only spoons for you sweetheart. He doesn't ladle anyone else's soup, nor does he want to I think." She snorted and looked at Rose with a would-be-severe expression. "Because you is much funnerer to talk about than me."

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