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Rolf Scamander (outofthewild) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rolf pet Dennis' hair. He couldn't help it -- it was an automatic soothing reflex he seemed to have. "I have. I haven't been by enough, I should have been." Even if they had owled frequently enough. Still. He knew the break up had been very hard on Dennis, he should have been around even more.

"Oh, Dennis," Rolf said, feeling an ache in his chest. He hated when his friends were hurt. It was one thing that really, really set him off and spurred his protective instincts. It was how he had met Rose, and gotten the best friendship of his life, and it made him all kinds of puffed up and prickly when one of his few close friends was hurting. "I still swear the next time I see him I'll punch him in the face. Both of them." He wasn't usually a violent person; easy going was an apt description of him.

"Come on, let's hit the couch and plot their demises," he said, snagging the bag of goodies and hooking his arm about Dennis' neck, tugging him along.