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[Nothing all that new or exciting? When they're international spies? It's difficult to imagine that's actually true. They may not be saving the world on a regular basis anymore, and it would be hard to beat their first mission, but there's still plenty that keeps the job exciting. Maybe a little too exciting, sometimes, and this is Eggsy talking.
He feels as if Roxy must be holding out on him, but he'll bug her more about it later, when he's had a long rest and feels more like a human being again. Right now it's more like he's going through the motions until he gets to the welcoming arms of his mattress.
Eggsy is more than happy to talk about dogs, and when Roxy brings that up he pulls his gaze away from the window again, blinks a few times to keep his eyes open.] As it should be. Y'know, even if I picked him by mistake, he's worked out brilliantly. [Does he sound proud? Just a little.] It's gonna be good to see him again -- he better remember me.
[He can't say he knows much about how a dog's memory span works.]
He feels as if Roxy must be holding out on him, but he'll bug her more about it later, when he's had a long rest and feels more like a human being again. Right now it's more like he's going through the motions until he gets to the welcoming arms of his mattress.
Eggsy is more than happy to talk about dogs, and when Roxy brings that up he pulls his gaze away from the window again, blinks a few times to keep his eyes open.] As it should be. Y'know, even if I picked him by mistake, he's worked out brilliantly. [Does he sound proud? Just a little.] It's gonna be good to see him again -- he better remember me.
[He can't say he knows much about how a dog's memory span works.]
[It's not as if he'd really wanted to pull away, but the kettle overflowing would have been a bit of a disaster. Unfortunately, the moment is already gone, so they'll just have to find warmth in their mugs of tea instead.
Eggsy cradles his with both hands. It's a bit hot, but not so much that it's going to burn him, and so he lifts it to his mouth and takes a careful sip, closing his eyes for a moment as he savors the warmth traveling down his chest.
He doesn't think that bringing up Percival again will do any good. For now, it might be best to take Roxy's mind off of it.]
Wanna watch something, maybe? [He starts off for the living area, expecting Roxy to follow.] I missed out on a few big releases when I was overseas, still tryin' to catch up.
Eggsy cradles his with both hands. It's a bit hot, but not so much that it's going to burn him, and so he lifts it to his mouth and takes a careful sip, closing his eyes for a moment as he savors the warmth traveling down his chest.
He doesn't think that bringing up Percival again will do any good. For now, it might be best to take Roxy's mind off of it.]
Wanna watch something, maybe? [He starts off for the living area, expecting Roxy to follow.] I missed out on a few big releases when I was overseas, still tryin' to catch up.
( this neighborhood seemed like something out of a british version of desperate housewives, and she would be willing to bet doing all of the post mission paperwork that they'd get some sort of baked confection before the week was up.
eggsy mentions them being in the way just as ralph (from vehicle maintence) steps up behind them with a large box, too large to easily squeeze behind them even in the rather spacious entry way. the result is a rather awkward two step that only ends when roxy herds the two of them halfway up the stairs to the second level. )
Want to go complain about the garden? ( they were supposed to be making themselves avalible, weren't they? what better way to do that than be out in the open. )
eggsy mentions them being in the way just as ralph (from vehicle maintence) steps up behind them with a large box, too large to easily squeeze behind them even in the rather spacious entry way. the result is a rather awkward two step that only ends when roxy herds the two of them halfway up the stairs to the second level. )
Want to go complain about the garden? ( they were supposed to be making themselves avalible, weren't they? what better way to do that than be out in the open. )
Which blockbusters? ( she asks, voice steady and wellbred composure slipping back into place, this time to stay. the promise of distraction helps quite a lot as well; where the hug had grounded her, the quiet retreat they make into his living area helps keep her grounded. and when eggsy sits, roxy sits to his right — close, as if comfort and resilience were somehow transmitted through proximity. )
( the morton family had reared hunting dogs on and off throughout the four generations they had occupied on a comfortably large estate with a few heavily wooded acres serving as a backyard. while her father had lost interest in the hobby by the time she was older, the aging hounds had still greeted her with wagging tails and lolling tongues like she hadn't just been away at university for months on end. that's why she doesn't worry all that much about her poodle growing bitter while couped up at her over priced doggy day care. )
I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him, ( roxy reassures, sincere but off hand as they hit their first little bit of highway conjestion. the windshield whipers beat rythmically as the rain picks up, and she leans over the wheel to peer through the rain to try to see just how far ahead the traffic stretched. )
Guess it's a good thing we'll never have children. You can't exactly kennel them while you're away.
I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him, ( roxy reassures, sincere but off hand as they hit their first little bit of highway conjestion. the windshield whipers beat rythmically as the rain picks up, and she leans over the wheel to peer through the rain to try to see just how far ahead the traffic stretched. )
Guess it's a good thing we'll never have children. You can't exactly kennel them while you're away.
[Resentment isn't something that Eggsy's too concerned about when it comes to JB, as he can just leave him with his mum. She's grown fond of him by now and never complains when Eggsy goes on his long "business trips," leaving the dog in her car. Granted, this trip had been particularly long and so Eggsy can only hope his mum isn't too cross about that. The guilt of keeping all this from her has been wearing on him, but he has no idea how she'd react if she learned the truth.
Then again, how much longer can he expect to keep it a secret? She must suspect already, much as he tries to hide his injuries.]
He better have. [Eggsy focuses on the sound of the windshield wipers and finally gives in, letting his eyes drift closed. They're going to be stuck in this traffic for a while, he might as well get some rest in while he can. Though that doesn't stop him from talking.] Not sure why you don't just leave Duchess with the fam, though. [Paying for the doggy day care seems unnecessary, but then again, Roxy's relationship with her parents is a bit weird.]
Me, I think I can live without ever havin' kids. [He's got Daisy and that's close enough for him, given the age difference.]
Then again, how much longer can he expect to keep it a secret? She must suspect already, much as he tries to hide his injuries.]
He better have. [Eggsy focuses on the sound of the windshield wipers and finally gives in, letting his eyes drift closed. They're going to be stuck in this traffic for a while, he might as well get some rest in while he can. Though that doesn't stop him from talking.] Not sure why you don't just leave Duchess with the fam, though. [Paying for the doggy day care seems unnecessary, but then again, Roxy's relationship with her parents is a bit weird.]
Me, I think I can live without ever havin' kids. [He's got Daisy and that's close enough for him, given the age difference.]
[Complain about the garden? Eggsy takes a moment to realize what Roxy means, before he remembers that most people this rich usually find something to complain about even when everything looks perfect. It will make sure that they're out of the way of the movers while also putting them in a prime spot to be happened upon by their neighbors, so after a moment of contemplation he nods.]
Let's go.
[They could walk back out in single file, but instead Eggsy forces himself to consider how a couple would act, and he grabs for Roxy's wrist. It's not quite as intimate as looping his arm with hers, but it at least gives some indication that they're romantically involved.
He tugs her back out into the yard and takes a look around, tilting his head from side to side as he sizes it all up. He searches for some imagined flaw.]
I wish there were more posies. [That's a flower, isn't it?] We'll have to plant some, don't you think?
Let's go.
[They could walk back out in single file, but instead Eggsy forces himself to consider how a couple would act, and he grabs for Roxy's wrist. It's not quite as intimate as looping his arm with hers, but it at least gives some indication that they're romantically involved.
He tugs her back out into the yard and takes a look around, tilting his head from side to side as he sizes it all up. He searches for some imagined flaw.]
I wish there were more posies. [That's a flower, isn't it?] We'll have to plant some, don't you think?
The new Hunger Games, for one. Also that new Nolan film -- Interstellar or something?
[Eggsy sets down his mug and then snatches up the remote, turning on the telly and navigating through his souped up cable system until he reaches the pay-per-view section.
There's a time when he would have considered this an unnecessary luxury, but Kingsman pays well and he's found small ways to enjoy that. Like being able to watch any film he wants whenever he wants.]
In the mood for post-apocalyptic shit or space travel? [He could go either way, really.]
[Eggsy sets down his mug and then snatches up the remote, turning on the telly and navigating through his souped up cable system until he reaches the pay-per-view section.
There's a time when he would have considered this an unnecessary luxury, but Kingsman pays well and he's found small ways to enjoy that. Like being able to watch any film he wants whenever he wants.]
In the mood for post-apocalyptic shit or space travel? [He could go either way, really.]
Let's do space travel, ( roxy muses gently after a moments consideration. it wasn't as if they were launching rebellions or waging wars, but they'd been in a few proverbial war zones since v-day and she wasn't interested in fake violence and even faker romance.
(and maybe she doesn't want to tempt those oh so successfully repressed tears; everyone cries at the hunger games.)
though it turns out intersteller doesn't pull any emotional punches either. )
Fucking Matt Damon, ( she swears about two hours in as the newly revealed antagonist and protagonist roll down space hills and grapple for dominance and, essentially, survival. it's a nice couch they're seated on, but doesn't have to sag in the middle for the two of them to sink towards each other as the movie progressed.
now roxy's leaning rather firmly against eggsy's side, loosely clutching her mostly empty mug of cold tea dregs with one hand and gesturing at the screen with the other. ) I knew he was lying.
(and maybe she doesn't want to tempt those oh so successfully repressed tears; everyone cries at the hunger games.)
though it turns out intersteller doesn't pull any emotional punches either. )
Fucking Matt Damon, ( she swears about two hours in as the newly revealed antagonist and protagonist roll down space hills and grapple for dominance and, essentially, survival. it's a nice couch they're seated on, but doesn't have to sag in the middle for the two of them to sink towards each other as the movie progressed.
now roxy's leaning rather firmly against eggsy's side, loosely clutching her mostly empty mug of cold tea dregs with one hand and gesturing at the screen with the other. ) I knew he was lying.
[It's fine, Eggsy can always watch Mockingjay later when he's on his own. He happens to know what happens, having read the books over the course of a few flights he'd taken for various overseas missions. At least Interstellar will be brand new to him.
He certainly doesn't mind the way that they end up curled up next to each other, his arm looping around Roxy's shoulders to support her, though he thinks it's still in a mainly friendly way. They've managed to blur a lot of lines with their friendship and he doesn't actually think there's anything wrong with that.
It's always fun to watch Roxy get worked up at movies, though Eggsy's right with her this time around.]
What a selfish piece of shit. There's no way he's living through this, right?
[Sometimes the best part of a film is the creative ways they come up with to kill off characters, especially those who deserve it.]
He certainly doesn't mind the way that they end up curled up next to each other, his arm looping around Roxy's shoulders to support her, though he thinks it's still in a mainly friendly way. They've managed to blur a lot of lines with their friendship and he doesn't actually think there's anything wrong with that.
It's always fun to watch Roxy get worked up at movies, though Eggsy's right with her this time around.]
What a selfish piece of shit. There's no way he's living through this, right?
[Sometimes the best part of a film is the creative ways they come up with to kill off characters, especially those who deserve it.]
Unlikely. ( and she narrows her eyes at the television screen, intensely critical of the suspense movie tropes the film had already gone about fulfilling. it was only fitting, after violating the audience (and matthew mcconaughey's) trust, the only divine retribution would be for him to die. alone. on the planet. like he had feared.
that's what she was (rather unkindly) rooting for anyway. )
I'm not entirely optimistic about anyones chances of survival at this point, though.
( but again, movie tropes-and-or-magic prove her wrong, and a couple minutes later, when cooper and murph are communicating through the piano wires of the space-time continuum, roxy yawns. holds a hand to her mouth to suppress it, and ends up catching sight of where the hands of her watch are currently resting. )
Your mother and sister are out quite late, ( she remarks idly, shifting a little upright and ready to use the time as a testament to why she should not stay to cry over the touching father-daughter reunion. )
that's what she was (rather unkindly) rooting for anyway. )
I'm not entirely optimistic about anyones chances of survival at this point, though.
( but again, movie tropes-and-or-magic prove her wrong, and a couple minutes later, when cooper and murph are communicating through the piano wires of the space-time continuum, roxy yawns. holds a hand to her mouth to suppress it, and ends up catching sight of where the hands of her watch are currently resting. )
Your mother and sister are out quite late, ( she remarks idly, shifting a little upright and ready to use the time as a testament to why she should not stay to cry over the touching father-daughter reunion. )
( she makes an idle sound in the back of her throat, agreement with his agreement of her original statement while idly debating leaving her dog with her mother and father for a change. that's the start of a conversation that would come with a lot of questions — why do you have a dog you aren't going to be around to care for? why does a tailor travel? where are you even going? — and would probably require a fair share of mental preparation.
halfway through planning her opening statement, she notices his eyelids starting to drift closed. )
You can sleep. I'll wake you up when we get there.
( and as they drive a few feet and come to another standstill in the rain and traffic, roxy fiddles with the dials of her radio, queuing up some soft, classical music — to lull eggsy to sleep and to keep her company as she drove. )
halfway through planning her opening statement, she notices his eyelids starting to drift closed. )
You can sleep. I'll wake you up when we get there.
( and as they drive a few feet and come to another standstill in the rain and traffic, roxy fiddles with the dials of her radio, queuing up some soft, classical music — to lull eggsy to sleep and to keep her company as she drove. )
( posies? really?
but she rolls with it, physically turning up her nose and staring down at the perfectly acceptable patches of babies breath and out of season rose bushes. )
I think we can hire someone to plant them, ( roxy contributes, with not quite as much enthusiasm as eggsy'd managed to force, but equal in volume. they stand close, shoulders bumping every so often as they make idle chatter and nitpick about the grass. by the time they've graduated from the yard to the house itself — with half the boxes were unloaded, and roxy loudly declaring she wasn't all that fond of the window trim — they have company.
petra justice is american, and just as loud and friendly as the stereotypes suggest. she's dressed rather professionally and jingling a set of keys, but makes a detour from her car to walk across the grass and say hello. )
Hi there, hi there — are you our new neighbors? Oh, that's just delightful, I was beginning to think that house would never sell.
( where it is customary in london to not introduce yourself to your neighbors until you'd got a five year basis of polite nods in passing established, mrs. justice doesn't really give them much of an option o shaking hands. she rigorously rings eggsy's, then roxy's. her grip is surprisingly strong for a thin little thing in her late 40's, and strangely soft. )
I'm Petra. What are your names?
but she rolls with it, physically turning up her nose and staring down at the perfectly acceptable patches of babies breath and out of season rose bushes. )
I think we can hire someone to plant them, ( roxy contributes, with not quite as much enthusiasm as eggsy'd managed to force, but equal in volume. they stand close, shoulders bumping every so often as they make idle chatter and nitpick about the grass. by the time they've graduated from the yard to the house itself — with half the boxes were unloaded, and roxy loudly declaring she wasn't all that fond of the window trim — they have company.
petra justice is american, and just as loud and friendly as the stereotypes suggest. she's dressed rather professionally and jingling a set of keys, but makes a detour from her car to walk across the grass and say hello. )
Hi there, hi there — are you our new neighbors? Oh, that's just delightful, I was beginning to think that house would never sell.
( where it is customary in london to not introduce yourself to your neighbors until you'd got a five year basis of polite nods in passing established, mrs. justice doesn't really give them much of an option o shaking hands. she rigorously rings eggsy's, then roxy's. her grip is surprisingly strong for a thin little thing in her late 40's, and strangely soft. )
I'm Petra. What are your names?
[Had Eggsy known what direction the film would go in, or what kind of relationship it would revolve around, he might not have suggested it. Now that they're this far into it, though, there's nothing to be done. Turning it off before it's over would only emphasize the parallels that both of them have started to draw.
The visuals of this scene are enough to keep Eggsy's attention all on their own, but when Roxy shifts and speaks up, he can tell that she's actively looking for an out.
As soon as Roxy mentions his mum and Daisy, Eggsy straightens up from the way he'd slumped over on the couch and grabs for the remote control so that he can pause the movie. She does have a point, though. They should have gotten back hours ago.]
Let me give her a ring.
[He stands up from the sofa before he quite realizes that he's got nowhere to go, but then fishes for his mobile and sends out a call to his mum. As it rings, he glances back to Roxy and offers a tight smile.
They don't have to un-pause it, if she doesn't want to.]
The visuals of this scene are enough to keep Eggsy's attention all on their own, but when Roxy shifts and speaks up, he can tell that she's actively looking for an out.
As soon as Roxy mentions his mum and Daisy, Eggsy straightens up from the way he'd slumped over on the couch and grabs for the remote control so that he can pause the movie. She does have a point, though. They should have gotten back hours ago.]
Let me give her a ring.
[He stands up from the sofa before he quite realizes that he's got nowhere to go, but then fishes for his mobile and sends out a call to his mum. As it rings, he glances back to Roxy and offers a tight smile.
They don't have to un-pause it, if she doesn't want to.]
[It doesn't seem right for him to fall asleep in the car when Roxy went out of her way to come get him. The least he can do is stay up and continue chatting with her so that she's not bored on the drive in. Despite all of Eggsy's good intentions, though, exhaustion can be a powerful thing and the classical music doesn't help.]
Just gotta rest my eyes for a minute, that's all...
[But even his voice has started to slur by that point, and in just a matter of seconds he's fallen fast asleep, his head slumped to one side as he breathing evens out.
Once he wakes up he'll be much better company, no doubt.]
Just gotta rest my eyes for a minute, that's all...
[But even his voice has started to slur by that point, and in just a matter of seconds he's fallen fast asleep, his head slumped to one side as he breathing evens out.
Once he wakes up he'll be much better company, no doubt.]
[Right, of course they would hire someone. Eggsy needs to get better at putting himself into the mindset of some puffed-up rich wanker, but it's a stretch for him. He'll work on it.
Even so, their attempts to be offended by the foliage around the house gets the job done eventually, as at least one of their marks comes by to introduce herself. The fact that she's American should open up plenty of interesting conversational topics, but they have to get through the pleasantries first.
If Eggsy's honest, Petra's direct attitude is actually a rather nice change from some of the passive-aggressive crap he's had to endure in his lifetime, but he forces himself to remain the correct level of reserved as befits a high-class Englishman.]
I'm Gary, and this is Roxanne. [He nods to Roxy, doing that annoying thing men do where they speak for their wife rather than allowing her to introduce herself. He gives the room they're in a quick, worried glance and then looks to Petra again.]
Is there something wrong with the house? If it wasn't selling...
Even so, their attempts to be offended by the foliage around the house gets the job done eventually, as at least one of their marks comes by to introduce herself. The fact that she's American should open up plenty of interesting conversational topics, but they have to get through the pleasantries first.
If Eggsy's honest, Petra's direct attitude is actually a rather nice change from some of the passive-aggressive crap he's had to endure in his lifetime, but he forces himself to remain the correct level of reserved as befits a high-class Englishman.]
I'm Gary, and this is Roxanne. [He nods to Roxy, doing that annoying thing men do where they speak for their wife rather than allowing her to introduce herself. He gives the room they're in a quick, worried glance and then looks to Petra again.]
Is there something wrong with the house? If it wasn't selling...
( once he wakes up — with a firm hand shaking his shoulder, and a few soft hey, heys — they're at hq. the rain hasn't quite let up, but they're parked close enough to the front door that they can make a quick dash for the cover of the house without the umbrella. roxy gives him a decent smile while she shrugs off her jacket and shakes it out; wishes him good luck with merlin (especially after a less than smooth mission), because they always need good luck with their handler, then posts up by a heater in the library.
she waits. kicks up her feet, pages through a few manuals on aerodynamics and speaking without an accent, and enjoys the comfort of being in a warm room while rain pitter pattered. the only thing missing was a drink.
so when eggsy returns, roxy picks herself up and stretches like a lazy cat. ) Did you still want to go out? I meant it, I've no problem just taking you home. ( she would also be down with just fucking off if he politely told her to fuck off. everyone needs time to decompress, in different ways, and sometimes that way wasn't drinking with friends.
revolutionary, right? )
she waits. kicks up her feet, pages through a few manuals on aerodynamics and speaking without an accent, and enjoys the comfort of being in a warm room while rain pitter pattered. the only thing missing was a drink.
so when eggsy returns, roxy picks herself up and stretches like a lazy cat. ) Did you still want to go out? I meant it, I've no problem just taking you home. ( she would also be down with just fucking off if he politely told her to fuck off. everyone needs time to decompress, in different ways, and sometimes that way wasn't drinking with friends.
revolutionary, right? )
[ When Eggsy wakes up he's groggy and spends the walk from the car to Merlin's office rubbing the sleep dust out of his eyes. Still, it's impressive how quickly he's able to put himself together and carry himself like he's fully functional and awake once he's in Merlin's presence.
At this point Eggsy's gone through enough debriefings to know what to expect, but this one is more involved simply because of the length of the assignment and all the snags that came up along the way. Still, his mission had ultimately been successful, and so he and Merlin are able to end on a good note -- there's a shoulder-squeeze worked into the farewell and everything.
Given that Roxy went out of her way to pick him up and then waited through what turned out to be a rather long debrief, there's no way he would just tell her to fuck off. A drink sounds incredible right about now, anyway. ]
We should at least get one drink. [ He sends her a crooked smile and then glances upward when he hears a clap of thunder. ] It's really coming down out there.
[ Not that Eggsy's ever let a little rain stop him from doing what he pleases. ] Think you'd better drive. I'm still not... 100% awake, I don't think. [ He fists at one eye. ]
At this point Eggsy's gone through enough debriefings to know what to expect, but this one is more involved simply because of the length of the assignment and all the snags that came up along the way. Still, his mission had ultimately been successful, and so he and Merlin are able to end on a good note -- there's a shoulder-squeeze worked into the farewell and everything.
Given that Roxy went out of her way to pick him up and then waited through what turned out to be a rather long debrief, there's no way he would just tell her to fuck off. A drink sounds incredible right about now, anyway. ]
We should at least get one drink. [ He sends her a crooked smile and then glances upward when he hears a clap of thunder. ] It's really coming down out there.
[ Not that Eggsy's ever let a little rain stop him from doing what he pleases. ] Think you'd better drive. I'm still not... 100% awake, I don't think. [ He fists at one eye. ]
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