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Rolf Scamander (outofthewild) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

The description of Rose's accident in Peru made Rolf sputter with amusement. "Elbows are bad, beware the elbows," he muttered, the corner of his mouth lifting up slightly, both fond and amused. "Still. I'll be better at it." Their disparate schedules had been hard up on each other lately, though. They'd figure it out, and until then, they were used to keeping up by writing.

"I make no promises if I ever run into either of them," he said, frowning. Especially if they said anything to him. He'd always made it clear that he and Dennis were just friends, and always had been just that, but it hadn't kept words from having been said when Dennis wasn't around. Rolf had never made waves about it, it wasn't his way, after all; he was all for noninterference like that unless something obviously needed to be dealt with. He'd been as shocked as Dennis at the affair that had been going on.

Rolf ooomphed, knowing he should have expected Dennis to plop on top of him. Somehow he always forgot. "We're going to have to have that breathing conversation again, aren't we," he said, breathless. It was a running thing with him, especially since Dennis was almost his height. He handed Dennis the bag of gifts and goodies, pushing at him slightly so he could get a decent breath. "Some souvenirs from travel, some nommy things, a little alcohol, so on and so on," he said.