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Tweak says, "Daaaa Bears"

Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-07 14:03:00

Entry tags:

character: marcus flint, character: roger davies, status: complete

Who: Roger and Marcus
What: Food and convalescing
Where: Roger's flat
When: Immediately following this
Rating: Currently SFW

All in all, Marcus figured that since it could have taken a lot longer to run his errands and get everything he needed, he was making good time by showing up in the early afternoon. Though a part of him would have liked to have been here at the crack of dawn, it was better to have let Roger get as much rest as possible.

He stood in front of the door for a few moments, unsure why it seemed like such a monumental thing to reach up and knock. Once he'd berated himself for being idiotic, he managed to actually to it, making sure that the sound was loud enough to be heard, but not so much so that it would wake someone who was sleeping.

As he waited, Marcus couldn't help tugging down the left sleeve of his shirt, a nervous habit that he didn't realize he had half the time, and got annoyed with half the time he did notice. Letting out a small sigh, he couldn't help running the hand that wasn't currently holding his bag of stuff through his hair, glancing between the floor and the door.

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marcedflint
2014-09-10 09:57 pm UTC (link)

Marcus decided he was better off not knowing why Roger felt that way - didn't want to give himself false hope by thinking about what the other man might have thought about any potential romantic relationship he may or may not have - and instead focused on the food once again. "Maybe so, but I'll be rather disappointed in myself if the first thing I ever cook for you doesn't turn out properly."

Sensing that he'd made Roger uncomfortable, Marcus shrugged and offered, "It's an old Pureblood mentality, like most of the things my mother believes in." He considered himself lucky that none of those other things had been ingrained in him the way his parents had so obviously tried to do. In fact, about the only thing they'd taught him that had stuck had been his manners, which got used far more frequently than anything else he might have picked up from them.

Arching an eyebrow at the statement, Marcus said, "Sometimes it's like you're speaking a different language, since I have no idea what you're saying." Although 'Lord of the Rings' did ring a vague bell in the back of his mind, but with no inkling of where he might know it from, he dismissed the thought and focused on Roger again instead.

He'd been smirking at the younger man, about to make a comment about him and Oliver being two peas in a pod, until the very last sentence. Feeling the expression drop right off his face to be replaced with a small frown, he asked seriously, "Please never put me and Moon in the same sentence, ever again."

As he put the final pieces of parsley in the soup and removed it from the heat, he frowned just a little at the question. "Rakey is the house elf who raised me," he answered quietly, a little wary of the response that statement would get. Marcus was aware that there were plenty of people who didn't approve of families or individuals who owned house elves, but he had no idea what Roger's thoughts on the subject were. It wasn't as though it were a topic that would come up in everyday conversation. But it was part of his life, and not something that he shied away from. "My childhood has more memories of her than either of my parents," he offered, a truth he knew he wasn't alone in as far as Pureblood child went.