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Tweak says, "whut?"

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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rogeringdavies
2014-09-14 01:37 pm UTC (link)

Roger grinned devilishly. "I usually do," was all the said, enjoying the feel of Marcus against him.

He almost felt bad for the woman. Almost. But the prospect of Marcus not having had sex with her was far too appealing for him to get too worked up.

Contented and relaxed, Roger drifted off to sleep. He was vaguely aware of clinging to Marcus like a limpet as he carried Roger into his room. He wasn't aware of how long Marcus had to lie beside him until he finally loosened his death grip on the poor man. He also wasn't aware of how long it took Marcus to figure out how to turn the television off, though he would have laughed had he known.

When he woke up, there was a note, and he was alone. He stared at the note for a long time before deciding to go drown and have a long shower.

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