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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Nodding his head in agreement as they entered the elevator (something he was still a little wary of, even if he'd used it before when coming to see Roger), though he didn't entirely understand exactly what he was agreeing to, other than following Roger around all day, Marcus said, "That sounds nice." He had to admit that he was more than a little interested to see where Roger had grown up, what kind of a place had managed to produce this man.

Marcus could feel the tips of his ears burning a little at the reminder of the fact that he had seen Roger's tattoo in the showers before, after practice or matches. He'd only caught glimpses before looking away, not entirely trusting himself to stop looking at the younger man if he actually started paying attention to those sorts of things. Shrugging his shoulders, he muttered, "It seemed like a good idea. To not have it there constantly." There was far more to his reasoning than that, but it was too much to say, and Marcus wasn't sure he'd be able to find the words.

Stepping out into the sunlight, he smiled softly at Roger's observation as he said, "I certainly hope so. But there's never any telling." Thankfully he was saved from considering the fact that they were having a conversation about the weather, of all things, by the distraction of the person zooming past them with some sort of contraption with wheels on their feet. Marcus couldn't help frowning after them in confusion, because what was that even.