[An organization as well-funded as Kingsman has plenty of resources for its two newest Knights to take advantage of, and today Eggsy and Roxy have decided to go down to the shooting range.
These days, it's like Eggsy can't handle not having something to do. On the stretches of time when he's not on some death-defying mission, he searches for ways to pass the time. He has an idea of why -- because if he stops, then he'll actually have time to think. He hasn't truly had any closure on Harry's death and it's eating at him, but there's nothing that can really be said about it, is there? Harry's dead, he's not coming back, and they're not even allowed to honor him or even put up a grave site to visit.
If Roxy's having any similar struggles, Eggsy hasn't seen any sign of it. She's rock solid, able to hide whatever she's feeling behind a more composed exterior. Like a true Knight should be able to do under any circumstances. Eggsy feels as if he's still behind and struggling to catch up with her near-perfect example.
Not that he resents her for it. Eggsy is proud of her, always has been.
They've pulled out a variety of different handguns and rifles to test out on the range. Both of them have impeccable weapons scores, so this is hardly necessary, but it's something to do and that's what matters.
He takes his turn, shooting at a target fifteen yards away with a handgun. He hits every circled point on the imitation of a human body before spinning around to face Roxy, clicking the safety on before setting the gun back down.]
Like to see you do better than that. [He winks at her, knowing full well she probably can.]
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These days, it's like Eggsy can't handle not having something to do. On the stretches of time when he's not on some death-defying mission, he searches for ways to pass the time. He has an idea of why -- because if he stops, then he'll actually have time to think. He hasn't truly had any closure on Harry's death and it's eating at him, but there's nothing that can really be said about it, is there? Harry's dead, he's not coming back, and they're not even allowed to honor him or even put up a grave site to visit.
If Roxy's having any similar struggles, Eggsy hasn't seen any sign of it. She's rock solid, able to hide whatever she's feeling behind a more composed exterior. Like a true Knight should be able to do under any circumstances. Eggsy feels as if he's still behind and struggling to catch up with her near-perfect example.
Not that he resents her for it. Eggsy is proud of her, always has been.
They've pulled out a variety of different handguns and rifles to test out on the range. Both of them have impeccable weapons scores, so this is hardly necessary, but it's something to do and that's what matters.
He takes his turn, shooting at a target fifteen yards away with a handgun. He hits every circled point on the imitation of a human body before spinning around to face Roxy, clicking the safety on before setting the gun back down.]
Like to see you do better than that. [He winks at her, knowing full well she probably can.]