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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Even knowing he probably shouldn't encourage this line of thinking, mostly for his own sanity, Marcus couldn't quite stop the small snort that escaped him. "You could try," he said in a tone that made it clear he didn't think Roger would be very successful.

Chuckling at the run on sentence that just kept pouring out of Roger's mouth, Marcus grabbed a spoon out of the drawer where he'd seen them in his search for a cutting board, and after scooping up a small bite of the cooling soup, held it out to the younger man. "Tell me what you think," he said, waiting for Roger to take the utensil with a small smile.

"Your house, your rules," Marcus answered with a shrug of his shoulders. It wasn't as though eating on the sofa was something he'd never done before, though admittedly he hadn't ever had company while doing so. But after hearing Roger's stomach from clear across the room, he really just wanted the other man to eat as soon as possible.

Following him out into the living room, Marcus sat down only once Roger had taken his place, almost perched on the edge of the cushion as if he were going to need to jump up at any moment. He barely registered the younger man's comments, acknowledging them with a distracted nod of his head. Most of his attention was taken up by the large rectangle with moving pictures and sound emanating from it.