( 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. )
[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?
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. )
[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...
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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. )
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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?
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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?
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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...