[The other good thing about taking JB for this particular mission is that he's an extremely friendly dog, the sort that doesn't consider the possible danger before padding up to a stranger with his tongue lolling and a nonthreatening bark. It means that when they take him out on walks, it would be all too easy to fall into conversation with their next door neighbors.
While Eggsy does help some with picking out the furniture and their respective wardrobes, he leaves most of that to Roxy, instead reading up on the process of grief and what sort of advice is given to parents who have lost a child, when it comes to coping and moving on. He takes a few of the books with him, figuring that Roxy might want to have a look and it would make the whole thing more authentic if they have those lying around.
Suffice to say, they have both done their homework by the time that moving day arrives, and Eggsy is feeling a lot less nervous than he had on that night when they'd shared a bottle of wine in Roxy's flat.] Hello, sweetheart. [He speaks the words with a crooked smile, and while it might not be convincingly sincere yet, he'll get it down.
They drive into the neighborhood and Eggsy begins to catalog everything around them. He wants to know who lives where, he wants to know which houses have pets and which have children and which have both. He takes note of where an elderly couple is living, and notices which homes get JB more riled up, figuring they probably have animals of some sort.
He's preparing to get out and stride over to speak to the movers when Roxy stops him. It's one last remark before they have to put their masks on and play pretend for a month (though they should have some kind of privacy within their own "home," where they could drop character, he would imagine). He turns to her, gives her a long look, and nods with an easy smile.] Of course, Rox. I know how this works.
[He pats her on the shoulder and then gets out on the driver's side, then opens up the back door for JB first and foremost. The pug rockets out of the car and Eggsy laughs. If there's any time that he can be genuine, it's with animals and children.] I know, we're going to a new home! You're going to get to meet all the other dogs around here! Let's get you in the house for now, though. [Eggsy falls into the posh accent with no hesitation, having perfected it by now.
He snaps, a signal for JB to follow him which the dog responds to immediately, and then heads for the front door, digging into his pocket for the keys.]
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While Eggsy does help some with picking out the furniture and their respective wardrobes, he leaves most of that to Roxy, instead reading up on the process of grief and what sort of advice is given to parents who have lost a child, when it comes to coping and moving on. He takes a few of the books with him, figuring that Roxy might want to have a look and it would make the whole thing more authentic if they have those lying around.
Suffice to say, they have both done their homework by the time that moving day arrives, and Eggsy is feeling a lot less nervous than he had on that night when they'd shared a bottle of wine in Roxy's flat.] Hello, sweetheart. [He speaks the words with a crooked smile, and while it might not be convincingly sincere yet, he'll get it down.
They drive into the neighborhood and Eggsy begins to catalog everything around them. He wants to know who lives where, he wants to know which houses have pets and which have children and which have both. He takes note of where an elderly couple is living, and notices which homes get JB more riled up, figuring they probably have animals of some sort.
He's preparing to get out and stride over to speak to the movers when Roxy stops him. It's one last remark before they have to put their masks on and play pretend for a month (though they should have some kind of privacy within their own "home," where they could drop character, he would imagine). He turns to her, gives her a long look, and nods with an easy smile.] Of course, Rox. I know how this works.
[He pats her on the shoulder and then gets out on the driver's side, then opens up the back door for JB first and foremost. The pug rockets out of the car and Eggsy laughs. If there's any time that he can be genuine, it's with animals and children.] I know, we're going to a new home! You're going to get to meet all the other dogs around here! Let's get you in the house for now, though. [Eggsy falls into the posh accent with no hesitation, having perfected it by now.
He snaps, a signal for JB to follow him which the dog responds to immediately, and then heads for the front door, digging into his pocket for the keys.]