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Dennis Finnigan Creevey (dennisthebrave) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-10 20:29:00

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character: dennis creevey, character: rolf scamander, character: wayne hopkins, status: complete

RP: Well, this is awkward
Who: Dennis, Wayne, Rolf and OPEN

What: A hilariously awkward meet up

Where: The Bestiary, Diagon Alley

When: Friday, 10th of October, Morning

Rating: Currently SFW

Dennis walked briskly down Diagon Alley from the Prophet's offices, stopping to pick up two coffees and two chocolate croissants along the way. He'd managed to turn in a couple of articles early, and so had the morning off and figured he'd go and see Rolf. The day was cloudy and blustery and he pulled his coat more firmly around him, visibly drooping in relief as he reached the Bestiary.

He wandered through the shop, waving to the assistant, and passed into the back room without a second thought. He looked around curiously for Rolf, then shrugged; he wasn't always here and Dennis had enough time to kill to wait for him. Casting some preservation charms on the croissants and coffees, he sat down and pulled out the notepad he habitually carried with him, jotting down some notes for future articles. He was concentrating so hard he nearly didn't hear the person call out on the shop floor. "Is that you Rolf," he called, poking his head out the door to see what was going on.

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waynecymraeg
2014-10-11 10:02 pm UTC (link)

Wayne was unsure if he was the idiot fucking jerk, or if Rolf was talking to another person, but he was relatively sure he was the idiot fucking jerk.

Plus, it had been Dennis that propositioned him, hadn't it? That was how Wayne remembered it. Though it was all mildly fuzzy.

Speaking of which - how the hell had Dennis been able to call him on the AA shit? That was fucking embarrassing, and Wayne was mildly peeved.

"You're both unnaturally tall, you know that?" Wayne called, voice empty of any sort of bitterness or anger. Not because he wasn't bitter or angry, but because it was second nature to him, having worked in customer service for his entire adult life.

Pacing, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and balled them into fists to keep himself from punching walls. Ugh, he needed a drink. Or a few rounds with the punch bag.

His first instinct - to call out "I don't owe you any explanation" - was shouted down by the better angels in his head that said, yes, as a matter of fact, you sort of do.

Plus, he'd meant what he said. It was awful, what Dennis's ex had done to him. No one deserved that shit. But he knew better than to chase someone down when he clearly didn't want to be followed, and after deciding against leaving a note, left the shop instead. He'd look at frogs later.

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