Marcus Flint (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} marcedflint) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Greg's addition to the conversation couldn't have come at a better time. Hopefully, Alphonse would get distracted and Marcus wouldn't have to contribute anything more. "Excellent," he heard the paining answer. "You've still got some time to get that all worked out. You, on the other hand," he continued, and Marcus was certain if he'd turned around to look, he would be on the receiving end of a glare, "are starting to push the limits of getting away with still being a bachelor. Just because things didn't work out with the Capper girl doesn't mean that..."
"Say one more word about Bryony and I will hex you," Marcus threatened over his shoulder, cutting off their grandfather.
There was sound that conveyed a dismissal of the comment, an almost undignified snort. "Nonetheless, there is no reason for a man of your age to be single."
"Who says I am?" Marcus snapped back, suddenly furious. He stood up and turned to face the portrait fully, a nervous anticipation in his stomach, similar to the feeling he got before every Quidditch match: the thrill of knowing that the outcome might not be what he wanted but confident in his own abilities to handle whatever came at him.
"Really," Alphonse answered with the beginnings of a sneer. "And just who might have deigned to consider you worthy of affection?"
Marcus paused, thinking of and discarding half a dozen responses before saying calmly and with a hint of a smirk, "No one you'd approve of."