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Dennis Finnigan Creevey (dennisthebrave) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dennis shook his head stubbornly, a tears welling in his eyes. "I don’t want anyone else,” he said, very quietly, before smiling in what he sincerely hoped was a winning fashion. "But I’ll let you take me out to Queer Nights, they’ll be a laugh if nothing else.” Doggedly, he simply nodded at Seamus’ comment because there obviously was something wrong with him. There had to be. “Thank you Princess, I try not the be boring,” he said, allowing his head to be pushed down on Seamus’ chest. Laying very still for a moment, he blinked back the tears that were threatening to pour out. This was meant to be a cheerful event, not a sad one.

He lifted his head and looked down at Seamus shrewdly. "Oh c'mon, Princess we both know you’ve had sex more than that. I’m willing to bet ten galleons that you’ve had sex at least twice in the last week if I’m not mistaken." Of course he wasn’t going to mention that the notoriously well informed gossipmongers that he made it his business to know had told him that Seamus had likely scored. A lad had to have some secrets after all.

He pouted down at Seamus in mock outrage at the fact that he wasn't allowed to retaliate. There would be revenge soon, tickly revenge. "Healer-schmealer, it's not Cricket to tickle someone and not let them retaliate," he said with a ferocious growl, lifting Seamus' shirt to reveal his stomach. He looked down and was about to tickle him when he noticed the scar. "Cor," he said, impressed. "You've been holding out on me Princess. A sexy scar that you told me nothing about! Ernie can go and cuddle someone else, scars are sexy!"