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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger winced slightly at the flush that crept over Marcus' face. A part of him - an admittedly very large part - would have loved to have walked to the door naked, wrapped his arms around Marcus' neck and bring him down for a kiss. Then spend the entire evening having sex on every conceivable surface in his flat. But he knew such wishful thinking was pointless, and silently admonished himself for wanting more from his friendship than he deserved. "I know you wouldn't have minded waiting, but my neighbours can be a bit weird. The woman across the hall probably would have tried to invite you to croquet and/or marry you off to one of her daughters."

He held the hug for perhaps a little too long, resting his head against Marcus' shoulder for a moment. "You smell nice," he commented inanely, before taking a peek into the bag and grinning. "Looks good," he said, before whooping at the sight of the box from Melinda. "Oh Merlin, did Mellie-" he started, opening the box to finding a selection of his favourites: including some brownies, cupcakes, several delectable looking vanilla slices, a bunch of potions, and even some naked magazines - no doubt from Cho. "She did," he said happily, taking a vanilla slice out before looking back at Marcus and grinning impishly. "You did, and I have to say you came prepared. If this were a date you'd definitely get some appreciative kisses at the least," he blushed scarlet for a second. "Not that I'm suggesting that you... well, you know you don't like men so- I wasn't trying to," he paused, closing his eyes for a second. "I wasn't coming onto you then, the potions just seem to utterly remove the filter between my brain and my mouth." Thunking his head on the bench he sighed. "What food are you making, anyway," he asked his voice somewhat muffled.

Lifting his hands in mock surrender, Roger sat down on one of the stools, thoughtfully munching on his vanilla slice and somehow miraculously avoiding covering himself in custard and icing. "Yes, O Captain, My Captain," he replied with a smirk. The deeply amused expression on the other man's face, brought a chuckle burbling up from Roger's chest. "A DVD is a..." he looked around, vainly trying to explain. "It's a disc that holds the images of a play on it, sort of. I got us Pirates of the Caribbean which is about pirates, Finding Nemo which is about fish, and Kill Bill volumes 1, and Troy if you want something with action in it."