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Rolf Scamander (outofthewild) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Merlin but she made that sound sinfully decadent. He firmly told his brain and its imagery to shut up because this was Rose, after all. As if his brain cared. He chuckled again though and grinned warmly. "Ah the tub, the beacon of all that is holy to any who travel and don't have one for a while," he intoned. "All hail the bath. Hail hail." He'd been known tonlock himself in his after a long expedition of either cold or lukewarm showers or simply rivers.

"Ah yes, and I would give you said attention. Alas that I have no great assistant right now or I'd tell you to come anyway." He bent over and kissed her hair. "But you'd never be in my way, Rosie."

"Surprisingly, I have. Granted the girl probably weighs only twice what he does and she'll spend more time brushing his hair than hers, but the connection was immediate." It thrilled him and that was obvious. "I have no idea. Somedays the weirdos just come out of the woodwork."

The silences were always easy with Rose and he didn't always chatter to fill them. It felt good just to have her there. "I want to," he admitted. "I don't know where might be in reach for a day or two that wouldn't bring down the wrath of a Healer for overdoing it though. It still makes me tetchy a little to stay in one place too long." That reminded him. "Speaking of travel, weren't you going to tell me about Peru?"