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