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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Marcus looked up when the door opened, and then immediately wished that he hadn't, because that was a lot of skin on display and it was almost impossible for him to look away, even though he knew he should. Following Roger inside, he shut the door behind him, he managed to say, "I wouldn't have minded waiting." Especially if it meant he hadn't had to be taunted with the sight of something (someone) he was never going to be able to have, no matter how much he might want them.

Standing in the foyer, it took every ounce of his mental strength not to stare after Roger's naked back, or to follow the other man into his bedroom, because even on as many pain potions as he had to be on, he was still a grown man who was capable of getting dressed without assistance.

With a shake of his head, Marcus stalked into the kitchen, following Roger's directions. Setting the bag on the counter, he pulled out the box from Melinda first, placing it off to the side where Roger would see it when he first entered the room. He was a little startled by the hug, but only because of the gesture itself, since he'd been able to hear the other man as he walked into the room. "Things to cook with," he answered as he started removing the items in question. "I did tell you that I was going to take over your kitchen."

Pointing to a seat next to the counter he'd chosen to work at, Marcus stated, "Sit down. You're supposed to be resting." He hated that he couldn't do more than this, words and food, when it was obvious by the way Roger moved that he was still in pain. One eyebrow quirked upward slightly at the last part of that statement, and even though it sounded ridiculous, he found himself asking, "What is a dee-vee-dee?"