[h3]Marcus Finch[/h3]
It took Marcus a moment to process what was being said, or even going on around him. Even on the best of days his mind tended to wander.

[color=f26522]“Yes, I am having a splendid day.”[/color] Pursing his peak, he thought for a moment. [color=f26522]“As long as it isn’t Thursday.”[/color]

There were five of them now milling about the hall and lobby areas and Marcus had to shuffle further into the lobby just to avoid being driven into the old table or, even worse, squishing the loaf of bread in his shopping bag.

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“ayup lads, let’s not all crowd here at once I’ve got eggs with me.”[/color] The shopping bag landed heavily on the little coffee table as he grumbled. [color=f26522]"Come to think o'it, don't think we've all been here at the same time. Kinda nice in a house-mates sorta way."[/color]

[color=f26522]"Anyone fancy a cuppa?"[/color] He let out twittering chuckle.

Deciding he wasn’t going to get to the stair anytime soon he dug his hands into his pockets and gently rocked on his heels. It wasn’t exactly the nicest day, and yet here they all were out and about indoors. Was this level of socialising an American thing?

[color=f26522]“If we’re starting a religious group I call dibs on money collection.”[/color] His chuckle and waggling of eye brows came to an abrupt stop.

Marcus dug his hands a bit deeper into his pockets, his frown also deepening at the same time. He then checked his back pockets, his coat pockets and finally his jean pockets again for good measure. He made a thoughtful noise.

[color=f26522]“I think I lost my keys.”[/color]

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