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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger's quotations of that awful article brought back the memories of wanting to hide (ironically enough) in his closet, or somewhere else where no one could bother him. He'd run out of polite ways of saying 'not interested' about a week in. "I couldn't go anywhere for a month after that," he muttered, nearly shuddering at the memories.

Grinning a little at Roger's expression, he said seriously, "I don't know how anyone could object to eggplant. It's the best vegetable ever."

Marcus didn't bother hiding his sneer at that before commenting, "Wright is an idiot, and I would never sleep with her." He couldn't imagine having the desire to do so even if he were attracted to women. If there was a way for him to correct Roger's thinking about Marcus not wanting him... That thought was immediately cut off by Roger's comment about his friend, and he could feel every muscle in his body tense and then freeze, taken by a sudden and almost overwhelming fear of being found out. Letting his breath out in a slow sigh at the end of the statement, he spared half a moment to hope that maybe Roger wouldn't remember this conversation tomorrow, with the potions he was currently on.

He blushed fiercely again when the younger man said he made him happy, which would hopefully go unnoticed with the rearranging he was doing. Once Roger was settled, Marcus couldn't quite figure out figure out what to do with his hands, since the other man was now occupying the space where his right arm had been. Awkwardly leaning back against the sofa and resting his arm across the back of the cushions, he said, "I don't know what mean, but sure."