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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Bending slightly to make it easier for Susan to reach him, Marcus returned her hug easily enough, though the gesture wasn't something he had much experience with before her friendship. He followed her into the kitchen, which smelled absolutely amazing, chuckling at her answer. "I assure you, I am drama free," he told her, and then paused to consider it. "Unless the stuff in my own head counts, in which case I'm not entirely sure."

Marcus knelt with a small smile as the dog approached, holding out his hand to let her sniff and take her time to come closer. Once she was close enough, he rubbed behind her ears vigorously, snorting out a small laugh when Shadow licked his face. "She's a sweetheart," he said. At present his own schedule was too erratic and he wasn't home nearly enough for a pet, no matter how much he might have liked to have one of his own.

"You know me, I'll eat anything and everything," he said teasingly, answering the second question first. "As for everything else... I can't complain." Susan knew better than most why he wouldn't complain - he could still remember that first breath of fresh air outside of Azkaban, when he'd paused to feel the sun on his skin, and had told her that he was savoring it in case he never got to feel it again. He'd been so sure that the hearing she had been there to take him to had been just for show, and that he would be back within the prison's walls in a few short hours. That he hadn't been was still something that took him by surprise if he thought about it for too long.