Roger James Timothy Davies (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rogeringdavies) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
He glanced over at Marcus' covered arm and then back, a small smile playing on his lips. "I don't know that you quite get my point," he said gently. "Tattoos don't have to go somewhere new, they can cover up old ones. The piece on on my back actually covers up something I used to have there." He'd actually given this a great deal of thought ever since he'd come to the conclusion that Marcus' actions during the war, while his own, had been forced upon him. A number of vague conversations about Muggles and blood purity, along with oblique references to Marcus' mother had made up Roger's mind about the situation, and he'd decided to address the issue.
He snorted at Roger's openly contrary manner. "It is totally different from eating at a restaurant, way more comfortable though." He flashed Marcus a grin. "Not that I think I could get you to eat it with me in your underwear," he added, with a good natured laugh. "You're like Mellie in that way." His eyes widened in surprise and he leant forward. "You've never- Oh my goodness Marc. Okay I'm officially getting us Indian food for dinner then," he said, pausing to consider logistics for a moment. "And officially asking you whether you'd like to instigate post-game weird food night with me? I can show you the world!"
Roger chuckled and winked. "I don't know, I could think of a someone who I'd like to give a commiseratory kiss to if we lost a game," he said, his eyes dropping to Marcus' pillowy lips as he bit his own. His eyes snapped back up to Marcus' as he replied, "Although I would never kiss someone without their consent. That's just not Quidditch."