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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger felt his stomach drop as the other man actually grinned at him. After a great deal of thought, he'd eventually decided long ago that making Marcus smile was one of his favourite pastimes. He frowned as the smile dimmed slightly, and placed his hand on Marcus' wrist.

"But I want to mention it," he teased, his hand still on the other man's wrist. "Because you're awesome, and one of best people I know." Casually, he removed his hand and took a swig of his drink. Wondering idly if there was something to the rumour that butterbeer could still lower your inhibitions.

Roger noted Marcus flush at the Muggle comment with a sort of empirical interest. He forgot, sometimes that there were still pockets of purists about, and from what he could deduce about Marcus' past, he rather strongly suspected that at least one of the man's parents still held to those ideals - at least in private. "Hey now, you're secret's safe with me

His eyebrows shot up and his lips quirked. "You'll never tell what, big guy," he asked, his half smile fighting to turn into a full blown grin. "You'll never tell what type of take-away you want, or what would make you simper?" He leaned back and tilted his head to one side. "The food's easy, if you don't tell I'll just order everything. The simpering is a curiosity that my Ravenclaw mind is beginning to latch onto. Although really," he added thoughtfully. "You strike me as more of the long, drawn out manly moan kind of guy. Possibly, vocalising the word 'yes'." Helpfully, he made the noise to emphasise his point. "You know, like biting into one of your favourite foods, or finishing the last page of a really good book, or..." he trailed off, a bit of tightness occurring below, before grinning. "Or when we win the championships this season."