Who: Marcus & Lisa
What: Checking out her place. The rest of it.
Where: Lisa's flat
When: Tues afternoon.
Rating: Low


For the last few days, Marcus had been weighed down with options. He had two HUGE choices: move in with Tim, where he could practically live for free as long as he cooked every night (which he did anyway), or move in with Lisa. Who was just...Lisa. Tim was one of his good mates, but he couldn't help but feel a little heart string tug at the thought of living with her.

Ahem. Of course he'd never admit it. Ever. He was practically living with Lisa already since he was there so often, after all. Yeah, that's what he'll tell himself.

Either way, he had to check out both places for square footage just to make a decision. Lisa's was first. He never really explored the place outside of the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. Marcus apparated right into her living room like he usually did.

"Oi," he called out, wondering where she was. "It's Marcus! I hope you aren't naked." He idly grabbed a girly magazine from the table and flipped through it. Ooh. Treacle Tart recipes.