Dennis Finnigan Creevey (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dennisthebrave) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dennis laughed at the slightly shocked expression on his friend’s face. “Yes, you. Everyone finds you hot, Cal. You’re six foot three of lean delicious handsomeness.” He stuck his tongue out and then grinned impishly. “I’m sorry darling, but I don’t,” he said with mock gravity, before tilting his head and considering. “Well I mean I appreciate that you’re hot, and if I didn’t think you and Rosie would be perfect, you’re probably someone I would try to get with but you know…” He laughed easily, hoping his Gryffindor candour wouldn’t go down too badly.
“I know I will,” Dennis grinned. “Especially if I accidentally drag you and Rose with me,” he stuck his tongue out, not really expecting an answer. “I’m glad you’re here, Cal. I miss you when you’re gone.” He laid his head on Rolf’s shoulders, then after several moments of hugging, began tickling him. “SO I CAN TICKLE YOU!”