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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger shook his head and looked at Marcus seriously. "No, I don't. I have a big enough social circle, and I like you being part of it. I know you have," he paused, smiling strangely. "Stuff that makes you think you're not good for my image or something, but honestly I don't care. You are you, yes?"

He snorted at the sarcastic lilt in Marcus' voice. "You're welcome, dear. Hell, you might even like it. I definitely want to drag you with me when I get my next tattoo too," he said expansively, thinking of the reason why Marcus always wore long sleeves. "Hades, you could even get one as well!"

Roger felt his smile grow as Marcus forced the word 'take-away' out of his mouth like he'd never spoken it before in his life, which Roger was willing to concede, he may well have not. "It's just like eating at a restaurant," he said reassuringly. "Except you can do it at home in your underwear while watching tv or listening to the the WWN. Have you ever had Persian or Indian or Chinese before?" He licked his lips, momentarily imagining Marcus eating Indian food with him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.

"'Course we will," he said reassuringly. "Last week was a fluke, I bet you something ridiculous - like full on snogging the person of your choosing - that we won't lose another game this season. How's that for confidence versus ego, Captain?"