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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger had just got out of a long, relaxing, and yes, slightly painful shower when he heard the door knock. Connecting to the extrasensory component of his flat's wards, he saw Marcus standing there nervously fiddling with his shirt sleeve. "Shit," he muttered looking around wildly for his towel, recognising that answering the door butt naked would probably go down like a lead quaffle. Swearing, he picked up his wand and summoned a fresh towel, wrapping it around his waste and hurrying tot the door.

"Hi," he said, with a bright grin, paying special attention on not thinking too hard about how bloody gorgeous Marcus looked and thus ensuring that something else didn't also grow hard. "Come in, sorry by the way, I'd just got out of the shower and didn't want to leave you standing in hallways waiting." He turned around and walked towards his bedroom, leaving the door open so they could talk. "Make yourself at home by the way," he called. "The kitchen's to your left, through the living area."

He dressed quickly and after a moment of consideration, downed a half measure of potion with a wince. "What's in the bag, by the way," he asked, padding into the kitchen and giving Marcus a proper hello hug. "I've ordered us a bunch of Indian food, and rented out some spectacularly horrible Muggle DVDs to watch. How are you?"