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Dennis Finnigan Creevey ([info]dennisthebrave) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-30 12:19:00

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Entry tags:character: dennis creevey, character: rolf scamander

RP: In the middle of niiiiiiight
Who: Dennis and Rolf

What: Weird midnight kitchen conversations

Where: Dennis and Rose' kitchen

When: Early morning, Thursday

Rating: SFW

Dennis stumbled into the kitchen, intent on getting himself a glass of water, or possibly whiskey. He was in that particularly evil state of flux between being half-mad from sleep deprivation and half-hyped up from lack of sleep. Portkey lag, he felt, had a lot to answer for - even if it was a byproduct of something particularly useful.

He'd just begun to pour himself a couple of fingers of whiskey when he heard a noise behind him, and jumped into a ridiculous karate-style pose that lost quite a lot of it's menace in light of the fact that he was wearing nothing but a pair of hot pink boxers. "Who's that," he called, knowing full well it would be one of two people or possibly a dog. "Oh, hi, what're you doing up?"



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[info]dennisthebrave
2015-05-04 12:16 pm UTC (link)
He snorted and glanced up at Rolf for a moment to give him the facial equivalent of the phrase 'Oh Rolf, what are you even like?' before going back to pouring his drink, then draining it. "I've been awake for like twenty-eight, no, twenty-nine hours now. I need something to stop my brain from going around like a four year old on too many red sweets." He rolled his eyes accusingly at Rolf. "Yes well it's hard to move when you need to stay still to help put up a shelf, wouldn't you say? I still don't see why he didn't pee on you, it would've been much funnier." He busied himself with making himself another drink before looking up. "That's awfully ungentlemanly of you on both counts there, Scamander," he replied, adopting the appalling RP accent utilised by his uncle. "Bad form indeed."

He snorted again as Rolf adjusted himself but let the matter drop - it wasn't like he'd walked in on Rose and Rolf in far more mind-shatteringly intimate moments. "That's good! It's nice to know that you're not just being kept around to feed her nibs bonbons and fan her as she lays around in utter leisure," he teased.

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[info]outofthewild
2015-05-07 09:34 pm UTC (link)
"Go to bed, silly," Rolf teased. "Maybe that will help calm you down enough to be able to sleep, then." Rolf was used to traveling like that, so he knew the urge sometimes. Besides, he knew Dennis on too many sweets, and that wasn't always a good thing. He snorted in amusement. "Yes, well, he knows me. I'm already part of his territory," he joked.

He laughed softly and shook his head. "Yes, I am her adoring slaveboy who feeds her grapes nad keeps her in a grand and leisurely style." It was amusing because he couldn't see Rose living the typical life of leisure -- his Rosie was always moving, always doing, and he loved that about her.

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