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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Marcus grumbled under his breath at the question, mostly because he hated admitting how right Susan was with her assumption. "It was an idiotic move," he muttered, pointedly not meeting her eyes as he spoke. "And then he tried to say... You know what, never mind. I'm tired of going over it again and again in my head."

When Shadow laid down and rolled over, Marcus grinned a little wider, obligingly running the dog's belly as he listened to Susan with half an ear. He let out a small laugh at the concept of being an uncle to anyone or anything, though with Hestia's child on the way, who knew. "Good girl," he muttered to Shadow, patting her head a few more times before standing up to his full height again.

Flinching away from her poke with a smile, Marcus shrugged, because he couldn't really deny that. By the look in her eye, he was sure that she was also remembering that day they'd first met as well. Under any other circumstances, he might have been embarrassed or ashamed of his words and actions that day, and he was glad no one else had been there to see it. That feeling was only confirmed by her statement, though he wasn't inclined to agree with her assessment. Even given the circumstances of his choices, those actions had still been his own, and he still had to live with the fact that he knew he was capable of killing people. "I don't know about all that," he muttered with another shrug.

Following her lead, he grabbed his own plate of food and wandered into the hallway as he asked, "Is that a common thing, television?" He was proud that the word managed to come out without sounding entirely foreign this time around.

Marcus glanced down at Susan's words, remembering what he was holding and why he'd brought it along. He got the same excited yet nervous rock in his stomach that he had every time he'd gone over this idea in his head, and he was looking forward to having a second opinion on the matter, even if he wasn't sure how to start the conversation. "Roger mentioned that... some tattoos are used to cover others up," he started to say as they sat down. "And then there was some question about missing short sleeves, which I don't particularly care about, but..." Marcus paused, trying to find the right words. "It's... tempting, the idea of it not being there all the time, of constantly hiding it because of all the bad associations." And not just everyone else's, because he himself was occasionally unhappy to see the Mark marring his skin, especially since it had only gotten uglier as the years had gone by.