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Dennis Finnigan Creevey (dennisthebrave) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dennis felt Seamus laugh as he was crushed to the cushions of the sofa. He blushed for a moment as he realised he'd forgotten that he was a good six inches than Seamus know. For most of his school life, the other man had towered over him, and it was a hard thing to forget.

"You are hard to find when you're busy," Dennis replied in mock petulance, allowing himself to be manoeuvred into a more comfortable position. "Even if you do live here." He was about to go further when Seamus began scratching Dennis' neck and he went cross-eyed with bliss. "Nnnnnnrgh," me moaned approvingly before resting his head against the other man's shoulder. "I'm pretty shit actually," he admitted honestly. "I uh, saw Paden and Tom at a café and then went home and cried. Luckily Rolf came and saw me and cheered me up, but you know." He snuffled at Dean's neck for a moment, taking in the warm, comforting scent. "How are you anyway?"