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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger grinned impishly at Marcus and punched him in the arm lightly. “Not that I’d actually want Podd to have anything to do with my underwear under normal circumstances, there’s people I’d be much more interested in uh…” he trailed off, going slightly pink as an errant thought about the man next to him, sans-underwear entered his mind.

He smiled wryly, nodding his head. “I know they are Marc, I just,” he looked around, vainly trying to explain why he found confidence so deeply attractive in say Marcus, but automatically attempted to appear humble himself. “It’s not that I’m not confident,” he said at last, smiling brightly. “I know I’m very good. It’s just that growing up, well we couldn’t afford-“ he paused with a grimace, “The kids in my village they- well, I was already different, so I guess it’s just an instinct to not make myself a target you know?” He shut his eyes for a moment, then shrugged and gave the other man a winning smile. He didn’t often talk about his childhood in Oxfordshire, where he and his mother had survived on her Healer’s wage. Surrounded by Muggles and with no magical families for miles around, Roger had been instructed to blend in as much as possible, and he’d mostly succeeded.

“Merlin’s teeth, I almost miss him sometimes you know,” Roger said, laughter vibrating in his chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever known someone to get injured quite so often, in quite so many ridiculous ways.”

Roger grabbed two more butterbeers, placing an outrageously exorbitant tip down as he did so, and headed back to Marcus. He sent down, his knee accidentally brushing Marcus’ own, sending a jolt of electricity up his body. He kept their knees touching as he handed the drink over, before breaking the contact to sit more comfortably. “So I was wondering what you’re doing after the game next week,” he asked casually. “Mellie – that is my friend Melinda – wants to set me up on a date, and while I’m sure the woman is lovely I just…” he made a face, and chuckled. “Well if I were say hanging out with my friend Marcus, then I would be able to firstly avoid an awkward date, and secondly spend time with someone I like and who probably won’t simper at me like the last girl did. You are very much not someone who simpers Marc, and I’ve always appreciated that about you.”