( 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.
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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? )