I know you have other admirers.
[ But it's not long after she sends that she hears the knocking at the door. She answers it, unsure of who it could be at first. Her surprise at seeing Eggsy there is genuine, making her laugh. ]
Did you run here?
[ But it's not long after she sends that she hears the knocking at the door. She answers it, unsure of who it could be at first. Her surprise at seeing Eggsy there is genuine, making her laugh. ]
Did you run here?
[ She purses her lips at that, giving him a once over, ]
Perhaps, Mr. Unwin.
Have you ever watched a film called "Legend"? Apparently it has unicorns in it.
Perhaps, Mr. Unwin.
Have you ever watched a film called "Legend"? Apparently it has unicorns in it.
[well now he knows he's fucked it up because eggsy is never so short with him even over text. so he must still be cross.]
I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you'd have the time to stop by the shop soon. I need to discuss something, if you're available.
I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you'd have the time to stop by the shop soon. I need to discuss something, if you're available.
Right, excellent. Looking forward to it.
[he spends the rest of the time trying not to fret over something that was once quite easy and as natural as breathing to him. eggsy will find him perfectly composed in one of his suits when he arrives, immediately jumping up to unlock the door when he sees eggsy up the street. there's a polite smile on his lips, but he looks the slightest shade nervous or expectant in his eyes.]
Come on in.
[he spends the rest of the time trying not to fret over something that was once quite easy and as natural as breathing to him. eggsy will find him perfectly composed in one of his suits when he arrives, immediately jumping up to unlock the door when he sees eggsy up the street. there's a polite smile on his lips, but he looks the slightest shade nervous or expectant in his eyes.]
Come on in.
So I hear you and Harry are circling each other though a series of homoerotic misunderstandings like you're auditioning for the queer remake of Notting fucking Hill.
Harry getting on aphro was Harry's idea.
Let me make this plain. He wants you. He can't talk about it to you, because he feels it's grotesquely inappropriate to have a hard-on for Lee Unwin's son, because he has a sense of seniority over you which he feels he'd be abusing by pursuing this further, because of the age difference. Take your pick.
So how about you dig out your big girl knickers and tell him how you feel, because one of you needs to break this fucking deadlock before I end up in an early grave.
Let me make this plain. He wants you. He can't talk about it to you, because he feels it's grotesquely inappropriate to have a hard-on for Lee Unwin's son, because he has a sense of seniority over you which he feels he'd be abusing by pursuing this further, because of the age difference. Take your pick.
So how about you dig out your big girl knickers and tell him how you feel, because one of you needs to break this fucking deadlock before I end up in an early grave.
One question before you flounce off in a huff.
If he hadn't been on aphro, if you had no reason to suspect that he was in anything but his right mind, how would your evening have ended?
If he hadn't been on aphro, if you had no reason to suspect that he was in anything but his right mind, how would your evening have ended?
No no, it's alright. Must be--busy out there and all.
[he finishes that off lamely, totally aware of how empty the streets are on a fucking wednesday night, for god's sake. he feels like a fucking idiot if he's honest--eggsy looks tense and equally expectant like maybe he's afraid harry will spring something unwanted on him again.
it stings to know that he's left eggsy feeling so apprehensive over something that he once seemed to look forward to, which is why harry clears his throat as if it might dispel any lingering awkwardness.]
I wanted to talk to you, about something important. Something I've been meaning to tell you for awhile now just haven't quite put it together in a broader picture. But I think I've got the details and no better time than the present.
[he finishes that off lamely, totally aware of how empty the streets are on a fucking wednesday night, for god's sake. he feels like a fucking idiot if he's honest--eggsy looks tense and equally expectant like maybe he's afraid harry will spring something unwanted on him again.
it stings to know that he's left eggsy feeling so apprehensive over something that he once seemed to look forward to, which is why harry clears his throat as if it might dispel any lingering awkwardness.]
I wanted to talk to you, about something important. Something I've been meaning to tell you for awhile now just haven't quite put it together in a broader picture. But I think I've got the details and no better time than the present.
Because further complicating this ridiculous standoff between the two of you has myriad advantages for me, while attempting to actually resolve a source of divisiveness and stress to two respected colleagues has none.
Try asking him.
Try asking him.
[much as he'd like to do just that he's convinced that getting on track with a sense of normalcy is more important now and that chapter has fully closed. he looks at eggsy for just a moment--expectant, poised like he's waiting for sething else because he hasn't got a clue what Harry is going to insufficiently bring up now.
but he bulldozes on ahead anyway, a tight smile at eggsy and tone clipped, professional like when he was on the line as galahad.]
I've been thinking about the grand opening for this place. I had the idea--maybe we throw it somewhere with enough space to actually draw a crowd, you know?
And it's got to have some more interesting pull than just clothes. So I thought perhaps something a bit more whimsical than that--a masquerade. We design the masks, formal attire required and what better way to show off our newly refined quality standards than by us staff members wearing our own work?
I'll have to fit you for a suit, which is the other part of my asking you here.
but he bulldozes on ahead anyway, a tight smile at eggsy and tone clipped, professional like when he was on the line as galahad.]
I've been thinking about the grand opening for this place. I had the idea--maybe we throw it somewhere with enough space to actually draw a crowd, you know?
And it's got to have some more interesting pull than just clothes. So I thought perhaps something a bit more whimsical than that--a masquerade. We design the masks, formal attire required and what better way to show off our newly refined quality standards than by us staff members wearing our own work?
I'll have to fit you for a suit, which is the other part of my asking you here.
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