[Eggsy's first thought when he sees the marriage certificate is also that it's a good fake, but his second is more along the lines of how is he supposed to pretend he's a well-adjusted individual who's married and is moving into a house? It's one thing to act like he's some greasy, arrogant young professional at a gala, and something else entirely to run around playing house and being all domestic and shit.
Still, a job is a job, and he has to learn all aspects of being a Kingsman -- not just the running around shooting guns and tackling people bits.
At least they do have some time to brainstorm, because Eggsy is going to need a good helping of preparation if he's going to pull this off properly. Roxy is his best friend, don't get him wrong, but he's never thought of her like that. Their friendship had been forged in the trenches, so to speak. It goes far beyond the manufactured romance angle that they'll have to play for this assignment.
He sways on the couch, already half-drunk but determined not to spill any of the red wine on Roxy's pure white couch.
That suggestion causes Eggsy to raise an eyebrow, his mouth thinning out into a far more sober expression. That's a pretty tough scenario to have to try and keep up, especially if this ends up taking them a few weeks of being in deep cover.] I dunno, Rox. That kind of grief -- makin' it believable? Seems like a hard sell.
[Granted, in his case, all he has to do is focus on what he'd feel like if something happened to his baby sister, and he could probably get the waterworks going. Whether he can actually be convincing with it is another question entirely, though.]
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Still, a job is a job, and he has to learn all aspects of being a Kingsman -- not just the running around shooting guns and tackling people bits.
At least they do have some time to brainstorm, because Eggsy is going to need a good helping of preparation if he's going to pull this off properly. Roxy is his best friend, don't get him wrong, but he's never thought of her like that. Their friendship had been forged in the trenches, so to speak. It goes far beyond the manufactured romance angle that they'll have to play for this assignment.
He sways on the couch, already half-drunk but determined not to spill any of the red wine on Roxy's pure white couch.
That suggestion causes Eggsy to raise an eyebrow, his mouth thinning out into a far more sober expression. That's a pretty tough scenario to have to try and keep up, especially if this ends up taking them a few weeks of being in deep cover.] I dunno, Rox. That kind of grief -- makin' it believable? Seems like a hard sell.
[Granted, in his case, all he has to do is focus on what he'd feel like if something happened to his baby sister, and he could probably get the waterworks going. Whether he can actually be convincing with it is another question entirely, though.]