Rory had been happily lying down on his cozy bed in his dorm, leaning against pillows and quite content with enjoying his bottle of Scotch and the latest copy of some personal reading, Terrier Fancy. This sub-section of the popular magazine Dog Fancy would be highly embarrassing to be caught with and so was marked by the Scot as his 'personal reading.' No one could ever know he enjoy such a frivolous things as a magazine about furry, endearing, borderline rat dogs, and so he was highly embarrassed of the topic.
And so, due to this, it made the redhead jump in fright when he heard a knock on the door and his friend calling to let him in. Rory scrambled to hide and lock away his heinous reading and frantically tried to ignore the faint blush on his cheeks from the surprising incident with no avail. Instead, he was forced to simply, gather himself up, inhale deeply, and make so that it he appeared calm, cool and collected as usual. Oh, and not to mention sexy as hell. Yeah. Sexy like a manly man who would never dream in his life of reading such a ridiculous and imponderable thing such as Terrier Fancy.
Running his fingers quickly through his hair, Rory went to open the door, smiling charmingly at the Frenchman. "'Ello there Francis," he said coolly, chuckling lightheartedly. "What brings ye?"