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Dennis Finnigan Creevey (dennisthebrave) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dennis snorted with laugher in response to Rolf's own. "Poor Ro, the hubris of elbows laid forth against rib and chest," he said, adopting a theatrical tone. He was already feeling better and was grateful to Rolf for that fact. "Since it is bothering you, I'll make sure to come see you more," he added, with a grin.

"Well I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if they were, oh I don't know, mauled by something in a freak accident? Just a little mind." He felt his smile falter slightly, there'd always been a certain amount of jealousy from Paden about Rolf and Seamus and the rest of the men in Dennis' life who'd appointed themselves stand-in brothers following... After the Battle. Of course Paden had never had anything to worry about, Dennis had only had eyes for him. Shaking his head he forced himself away from that line of thought, and smiled at his friend.

Dennis took a moment to nuzzle into Rolf's neck before obligingly moving off him enough to let him breath. Laying on top of people was a leftover of the fact that he'd been 5'3 until around his fifteenth birthday, before he'd suddenly and inexplicably experienced a rather spectacular and late two year growth spurt. "Oooh," he said, opening the bag to reveal a fountain of wonders. A set of self-folding origami, a couple of intriguing looking card games, a scarf, and a delicate looking box fell onto his lap, as did some alcohol and food. "What's in the box," he asked.