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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger nodded with a smirk. "I heard the words 'not' and 'challenge' and I knew that I had to do the opposite of what you told me to," he said, with a small laugh. "Besides every male-attracted person on the planet will be staring daggers at me for straddling Witch Weekly's Sexiest Quidditch Player 2003."

He grinned at the older man. "It's decided, do you prefer lasagne, pastitso, or mousasaka? That's what I'm making for you next Sunday. "

Roger snorted, hoping he could play the whole thing off as a joke. "Rules like the one of decency where your rippling muscles give half the team the vapours, Cap? Because that is a rule that the team is happy for you to continue breaking." He sobered and looked over his shoulder seriously. "I am serious though, Ollie and I are always talking about how hard it is to keep the muscle on and you're just there being perfect. It's totally not fair."

He laughed gaily and scooted closer to Marcus, happily eating his curry and rice. "You should try the curry, man," he suggested, before grinning evilly. "That's if you can pull your eyes away from Keira Knightly, or is it Orlando Bloom and Jack Davenport that you're ogling right now?" Yawing slightly, he served himself another bowl of curry and selecting a cheese naan to go with it. He glanced at Marcus who was staring transfixed at Geoffrey Rush's zombie get up, and laughed. Carefully he filled a bowl and pushed it at Marcus. "Here Marc, eat while it's as Orlando shirtless."