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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger snorted indelicately and looked at Marcus drolly. "Let me guess, Melly instructed you not to yell at me for being an idiot," he asked with a half-smirk. "I suppose it is a bit unfair on you, but really, I'm a big boy. I can take whatever you want to put to me." He looked at Marcus totally taken aback for a moment, wondering how he could even begin to explain the thought process behind his actions. It was visceral and instinctual, protect him at all costs, probably tied to the fact that he'd been enormously angry at the opposing beater for trying such a stupid thing in the first place. Instead, he looked at Marcus, his face set. "I'd rather get hurt a thousand times over than see you get hurt at all," he said with absolute conviction. "It's not your fault that I'm hurt either. It's mine, and it's that git on the other team."

He felt a strange and utterly ridiculous thrill as Marcus carefully pushed his sleeves up to above the elbow. The mark was hugely ugly and beginning to fade and blur together, but it was a part of the older man, but it was a part that he could change. "You should get like a sleeve or a half sleeve," Roger commented, with a nod towards the tattoo. "I can't think of anything sexier than a man with a sleeve tattoo. Plus you could get all sorts of pictures incorporated into it that mean things to you." He scrunched his forehead for a moment, thinking. "Like maybe a quaffle, and something Hogwarts related, and a crup, or anything really all melded together in an awesome and colourful design? I might even get one at the same time as you."

Roger grinned and leant forward with a smile. "I cross my heart on pain of a whipping that I will finish everything you put in front of me, Cap," he said, his smile morphing into a cheeky grin. Marcus wasn't actually the Captain, but he may as well be - being more senior and more respected by the other players than the actual captain was. "Who do you think you sound like," he asked tilted his head with a lazy quirk of his eyebrow. "Because you sounded exactly like my mother just then. Who you should totally meet! Although she does think you and I are dating which I've only just found out," he added, before wincing and sending Marcus his very best apologetic puppy dog eyes. "Fuck me but these potions are bad for my filter."

He laughed ruefully at Marcus' shocked silence, berating himself for brining up the porn. Mister Squarejaw McPerfecthair had probably never watched porn in his life. In fact, seeming as he'd never watched any sort of movie, the most he would have seen would have maybe been Wizard porn, with it's moving photographs, and actors that always seemed to end up bored in their scenes and going and hooking up with the actors in other scenes. It was rather impressive. Shaking his head, Roger refocused. "That's because you aren't a filthy deviant like me I suppose," Roger joked, with a huff of amusement at his own expense.

He threw his head back and laughed, grinning like a maniac. "Oh Marcus, there are plenty of ways for you to get me to shut up! Putting food in my mouth, putting your hand over my mouth," he scratched his head, thinking. "I suppose kissing me would probably shut me up, or massaging my head, or reading something to me, or did I mention food? Food shuts me up."