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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger laughed genially at the way Marcus ignored his compliment and squirmed away from his touch, while privately trying to stop it from hurting a tiny bit. "Good," he said with mock severity. "If you try and look at them again I'll have to put you over my knee," he mock-threatened, guffawing at the mental image. "We both know you wouldn't like that."

"Well that's... So lovely for you," Roger said, his smile faltering for a moment. "I hope she's okay with you and I hanging out," he said, a volt of jealousy and dislike vibrating through his chest. "I wouldn't want to come between you and someone important."

He took a sip of his mint tea, thinking for several moments. "How about we hit Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament, then Trafalgar Square and the National Portrait Gallery, then the Tate Modern, and maybe the Tower of London? What do you think, too much?" He glanced up at Marcus and tried to smile, though he rather suspected it came through as a half smile at most - his head was still slightly spinning from the revelation of this Bryony... person. He looked back down and began concentrating on his kefta tangine before it went cold. "We can apparate there of course, I won't make you endure multiple trips over the tube network in one day."

Once he finished, he led the way to a hidden little corner and tapped a disillusionment charm on his head and then on Marcus. "To make it easier to flit around," he explained with some of his old humour. Smiling, he disapparated and reappeared on the edge of the crowd on the Victoria Embankment. Smiling, he led the way up the stairs so they could see the tower properly. "What do you think?"