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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Although Marcus didn't necessarily agree with Roger's assessment, he couldn't explain voice his difference of opinion without it sounding as though he didn't appreciate their friendship, which couldn't be further from the truth. "I am only myself," he agreed quietly after a slight pause, a slight shrug of one shoulder as he spoke.

At the mention of getting another tattoo, Marcus could only hum thoughtfully as he said, "Maybe. Not sure if I'd ever want one." He paused briefly and then conceded, "Another one." Because he didn't have the best associations with that process, his right hand unconsciously moving to check that his left forearm was still covered, a vague memory of sharp pain trying to stab its way into his mind. He shoved that away, forcing himself on concentrate on the here and now.

"That is entirely different from eating at a restaurant," Marcus answered with a hint of a smirk, mostly just to be contrary because he could. "And no," he added, "I've never had any of those." He'd been curious about them, since he'd come across a few recipes that were supposedly from those cultures, but they had been a little more complex than what he was used to cooking in his own kitchen.

Arching one eyebrow, Marcus answered somewhat primly, "I would never bet on us losing. Besides, how would that even work, without the consent of the other party?"