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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I'm glad," Roger said with a wink. "It definitely makes you um- it- it looks good." He blinked for several seconds, trying to reign in his mind. The fact that Marcus had a tattoo now was a definite turn on. He laughed and poked Marcus in the side playfully. "If you know then stop trying to peak through. It looks amazing. You look amazing."

He felt his eyebrows shoot up. "Bryony? You've never mentioned her before." He turned and looked blindly at a store selling photographs with subjects that spelt out letters. Was this person a friend or were they a friend? Roger felt something very much like jealousy gnawing at the pit of his stomach, but with a stupendous show of effort he pushed it aside. He was stupid to ever think that he would be anything to Marcus. "Well I'm glad you have a best friend, Marcus."

He pasted a bright smile on his face and decided to focus on showing the other man a good time. "C'mon let's get some lunch," he said as he walked in the direction of an awesome little stall selling Moroccan food. He grabbed his order and went and sat down on a bench. "So, where do you want to go next, Cap? Big Ben? The British Museum?"