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Tweak says, "HELLO"

Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-08-29 19:32:00

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character: marcus flint, character: roger davies, status: complete

RP: Boys at the Pub
Who: Roger and Marcus, OPEN if you want to join the boys

What: People watching, discussion of tomorrow's match, a bit of flirting, and butterbeer

Where: Finnigan's

When: Friday Evening

Rating: SFW will change depending on language

Roger was in an excellent mood when he stepped into Finnigan's. He'd spent the afternoon chatting to Harry in the park until it'd been time for Harry to pick up his godson, and Roger to come down and have his usual pre-game drink with Marcus. Non-alcoholic of course, he didn't want to risk his performance the next day, or accidentally push his unrequited flirting too far. With that in mind, he'd apparated home just long enough to have a quick shower and get changed into something more suited for a night at the pub with someone gorgeous. He headed downstairs to the Den, and after looking around, saw Marcus quietly listening to the Canons battle the Magpies in what sounded like a close game.

Shaking his head slightly and smiling affectionately, Marcus ordered two butterbeers at the bar and headed over to sit next to his friend. "Hey stranger," he said by way of greeting as he sat down. "You're looking gorgeous as usual. How's the game going?"

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marcedflint
2014-09-04 12:52 am UTC (link)

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?"

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rogeringdavies
2014-09-04 11:48 am UTC (link)

"Yes you are," Roger agreed, slightly more passionately than he intended. "And who you are is amazing." He scratched the stubble on his jaw idly and tilted his head. "And my friend, I feel like I need to reiterate that. I get all Hufflepuff about my friends okay?"

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."

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marcedflint
2014-09-04 05:54 pm UTC (link)

"Okay," Marcus conceded, knowing better than to argue any more. It wouldn't serve any purpose other than possibly upsetting Roger, which wasn't something he ever set out to do intentionally.

He saw the way Roger's eyes looked over to where the Mark was hidden, something he was unfortunately rather accustomed to - once someone knew it was there it was difficult to forget it, and part of the reason he never let it show. Having a tattoo was never something he'd ever given much thought to until it had happened, and since then it was a topic he tended to avoid, given exactly what was inked into his skin. But Roger's suggestion was actually rather intriguing, and he knew it was going to be stuck in his brain, something he would keep coming back to. "I supposed I've never considered that," he commented quietly. "Something to think about, I guess."

Rather than be led down a path of conversation about eating and what was acceptable attire for doing so in certain situations, Marcus arched an eyebrow again and commented, "What is it with you and your underwear today." He couldn't help chuckling at Roger's facial expression and subsequent outburst, and after a moment of thinking about, shrugged lightly and answered, "Sure, why not. Maybe I'll even make something for you one day." Marcus didn't normally cook for anyone more than himself, but the few times he had had gotten favorable responses.

Knowing that Roger didn't mean anything by his flirtations didn't meant that Marcus was immune to the way that those sorts of comments, especially combined with the look the other man gave him, made his stomach drop slightly in something that could be desire or anticipation or something else entirely. "Obviously," he said after what was probably too long of a pause.

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rogeringdavies
2014-09-05 04:33 am UTC (link)

Roger smiled, delicately letting the matter drop. It was important to him that Marcus knew how important he was to him, well maybe not quite not how important, because that would probably end disastrously, but he also didn’t want to upset Marcus or push him away.

He went very still, watching the other man for any sign that he’d overstepped some sort of boundary. He was aware that his tendency to sometimes view problems empirically and dispassionately – as things to be logically solved – occasionally got him in trouble. “You should think about it,” he replied, relaxing slightly. “You’d be able to, I don’t know, wear t-shirts?”

“I like my underwear,” he said, grinning impishly. “I bought them in a Muggle shop, see,” he leaned back and lifted his shirt to show the top of his boxer briefs, emblazoned with the words Calvin Klein. “Do you like them?” he asked, innocently. His eyebrows shot up in pleasure and surprise. “Really,” he asked, hoping beyond hope that he didn’t look like a kid on Christmas morning. “That’s awesome!” He gave Marcus an questioning look. “You’ll cook for me? I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure have I?”

He watched Marcus’ expression go blank for a long moment, internally berating himself for being so stupid and obvious in his infatuation. Closing his eyes and blushing, he took a long drink, suddenly wishing it was alcoholic. “Yeah,” he replied, rather lamely. “We have to be gentlemen right? Can’t go around being misogynistic twats can we?”

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marcedflint
2014-09-05 10:26 pm UTC (link)

"I will," he assured Roger, because Marcus was sure that now that it had been implanted, he wasn't going to be able to get the idea of another tattoo out of his head. Of course, he was far more concerned with not having to see the Mark - and people's reactions to it - than his choice in clothing, but the end result was the same, he supposed.

Rather than respond verbally to Roger's statement and subsequent action, Marcus smoothed his fingers over his forehead lightly, his elbow resting against the table so that the movement covered his eyes and half his face, which he could feel hearing slightly at the display. Shaking his head lightly again, he looked back at the other man once he'd safely asked a question about a different topic. "Yes, really, I will cook for you," he answered, amused. He shrugged up one shoulder as he answered, "Probably not. I tend to only cook for myself, most of the time."

Sensing that he'd somehow said something that had put Roger off - though Marcus had no idea what that might have been - he was about to apologize when the announcer rattled off the final score of the game, and he couldn't help looking towards the wall the sound was emanating from, his eyebrows furrowed as he said, "Huh. Wouldn't have thought that would end in a draw."

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rogeringdavies
2014-09-06 10:24 am UTC (link)

Roger grinned and sighed in relief. Getting a tattoo to cover Marcus' mark would be an important step on his road to forgiving himself and moving on with his life. He figured that although his preferred method of getting Marcus to move on and forgive himself would have involved them both naked and on top of one another, a tattoo was a pretty good alternative too.

While it wasn't much, making Marcus blush did bring a certain amount of pleasure to Roger - even if it wasn't so much Roger's stomach, as any open display of flesh that made Marcus blush - the way that he religiously avoided looking at Roger in the changing room and showers proved that. Idly, he wondered what it would be like if he could elicit a blush or a shiver for his own sake, rather than simply because what he was doing embarrassed Marcus. "You realise don't you Marc that if you cook for me you'll never be rid of me. The way to my heart is through my stomach, and our friendship would be cemented for life," he said, poking his tongue out, before taking on an earnest expression. "Though really, you're stuck with me anyway. I look forward to trying your cooking though!"

Roger sat, internally berating himself for being a coward and not suggesting that he kiss Marcus if they lost another game, when the game ended in a draw. "That's... Unexpected," he agreed, taking out his watch and grimacing. "As much as I'd like nothing more than sitting and talking with you all night," he started sincerely, "It's probably best if we head home and get some sleep before the big game." Standing, he reached over and pulled Marcus into a one armed hug, breathing in his scent for a moment. "I'll see you tomorrow before practice yeah?" With a wink, he disapparated.

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marcedflint
2014-09-06 03:07 pm UTC (link)

"If I'm never going to be rid of you anyway, then cooking shouldn't make much of a difference, should it?" Marcus asked dryly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. As nice of a thought as it was to consider that Roger's affections could be won with food alone, he was relatively sure that things didn't actually work that way, no matter what old sayings dictated.

Standing when the other man did, he nodded his agreement about the match, he was taken off guard by the gesture, awkwardly frozen for a moment before remembering how normal people dealt with this sort of thing, one hand coming up to awkwardly pat Roger's back between his shoulder blades. "Yeah," he said when the other man pulled away, taking a second to realize what he was agreeing to. "See you tomorrow."

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