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Marcus Flint ([info]marcedflint) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-07 13:04:00

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Entry tags:character: marcus flint, character: melinda bobbin

Who: Melinda and Marcus
What: Picking up sweets
Where: Sweet Nothings
When: Sunday, September 7, around noon
Rating: Most likely SFW

Sunday morning came either far too quickly, or not nearly fast enough - Marcus wasn't sure which, since his opinion on the fact seemed to swing back and forth between the two every few minutes. On the one hand, he hadn't slept well the night before, so it seemed cruel that the sun was peaking into his window in such a way that indicated that it was time for him to get up. But alternatively, the arrival of the morning meant that he could get on with actually feeling as though he was doing something about the things that had kept him awake the night before, so he'd eaten a very quick breakfast, showered and dressed before getting out of his flat.

At three minutes after noon, Marcus found himself standing outside of Sweet Nothings, feeling slightly awkward. Even though Roger had specifically asked him to do this, and Melinda herself had implied that it wasn't a problem, he still felt as though he was making someone else go out of their way for him, something he really wasn't a fan of doing. But he was here now, and it would be silly to not follow through on his reasons for coming in the first place.

Adjusting the bag on his arm that contained the things he'd already picked up, Marcus knocked lightly on the front door to the shop, right beneath the sign that read 'Closed', trying not to feel any more guilty about it than he already did.



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[info]marcedflint
2014-09-13 05:26 am UTC (link)
"You're too kind," Marcus told her, though he didn't refuse the extra bag, because not only would it be rude, but he didn't want to risk alienating a friend of Roger's.

Gathering up the things that Melinda had provided, he moved towards the door to take his leave. "Thank you, for everything," he said cordially. "I think it's about time I go and make sure he hasn't done anything ridiculous to cure his boredom."

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[info]_melinda_
2014-09-13 09:40 pm UTC (link)
With a chuckle, Melinda nodded; Marcus, apparently, had Roger pegged spot-on. “Sounds like a wise idea,” she agreed. “It was a pleasure meeting you. Give Roger my best and have a good day yourself.”

Meeting Marcus, putting a bit of personality to a face that she barely knew though had heard a lot about, was nice, and Melinda was beginning to think that maybe Roger wasn’t as perceptive about the other man as she had thought him to be. Sure, they were team mates and friends, but there was something else, and she got the impression that it was positive. That speculation, however, would have to wait until later. For now, she had a hangover to nurse and a boyfriend to hide away from the world with.

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