[ Eggsy snorts as he follows Harry into the appropriate room for them to get down to business. Harry certainly knows how to blow his own trumpet, but it's not like he's lying about his skills. He's always as good as he says he is. ]
You gonna make me go down a catwalk too?
[ You're welcome, Harry, for that mental image of Eggsy strutting his stuff down a platform with all eyes on him. ] Should I be practicin' my walk now?
[harry gives him a look of mild exasperation as if to say really.]
It's a masquerade, Eggsy, not a runway show. I think you've got enouogh of a strut as it is--no need to practice and get carried away.
[it's half praise and half defense mechanism for harry so he doesn't need to watch the boy wriggle around the empty shop dressed to the nines and more devastatingly handsome than usual.]
In here, please.
[theere's a hand on his shoulder, nudging him towards the dressing room. it's a shade more spacious than kingsman's with a full-length expanding mirror to give a good view at all angles, a platform for him to step up onto so harry can get started. if nothing else it puts them nearly at eye level for a change, something harry notices right away.]
[ He doesn't mind modeling Harry's work by wearing it at the masquerade or around the city but actually taking part in a runway show? No thanks. He'd feel like a right idiot.
He might be deliberately going slower and almost dragging his feet towards the dressing room, partly because he's nervous about the inevitable touching that will occur while being measured and because he likes the weight of Harry's hand on his shoulder.
He takes off his bomber jacket first by hanging it on the nearest available hook, revealing a tight polo-shirt underneath and his baggy jeans hanging low off enough to show his underwear, as usual. It doesn't matter how much Harry might have changed him, he still dresses like the young man Harry first met. Stepping up to full-length mirror, he catches Harry's eye in the reflection. ]
What colour mask should I wear? [ He thinks up what sounds like a stupid question so they have something to talk about while Harry measures him instead of awkward silence. ]
[harry mentally steels himself for this--knowing it could get very awkward very quickly with some of the places his hands need to press at in order to get the proper measurements. he unwinds the tape measure from around his neck and forces himself to look at eggsy in the mirror. they look hardly any different than they did back in london that first day save the scar at harry's temple, but it's incredible to realize, in fct, just how far they've come.
he hopes that despite the new hangup, there's still plenty of progress to be made.]
Arms out please.
[he'll start off with the less intimate areas, keep up the chitchat as a distration as he takes the tape measure and places it against the length of eggsy's arm for a sleeve.]
I think gold suits you. Blue as well--compliments your eyes.
Would you believe it if I told you I've barely given thought to what I'll be wearing?
[ Eggsy obediently holds out his arms. ] Gold does suit me. [ Eggsy agrees, suddenly thinking of what he wants more than anything in this world... ] That's why I want these in gold. [ He gestures to his winged Addidas and oh Eggsy, no.
As for blue complimenting his eyes - Eggsy will pretend like he never heard Harry say that, but maybe he'll start wearing more blue more often... ]
How appropriately subdued. Shame I never had the chance to send your recommendation in to Kingsman for a change in our modified footwear.
[said bone dry, but there's a twinkle of user in his eyes when he lets them meet said blue ones in the mirror with a small smile. he moves to the front, measurine the inside along eggsy's wrists now with gentle, fleeting touches.]
You read my mind; I'm astounded. And what colour mask do you suppose I ought to wear, hm?
[ Imagining Harry or Merlin wearing his winged Addidas earns a giggle from Eggsy. ]
You? Um... [ Eggsy thinks about it for a moment by studying Harry's face. ] I dunno, don't it depend on what you're wearing? Maybe you should go for gold as well. Same color as the Kingsman symbol, innit?
[ Eggsy shrugs. He's pretty sure any color mask would look good on Harry. ]
Merlin should wear one of those fluffy ones with feathers. [ He sniggers. ]
[which is probably not the idea either of them want to convey. before eggsy can comment on it, however, harry clears his throat again and continues while moving to measure the full span of eggsy's shoulders.
he's definitely not making note of the rippling muscle he can feel even through the fabric of his shirt.]
Got plenty of time to decide, I suppose. Though I'd like to be present when you suggest that one to Merlin. He might tell you to stick said feathers somewhere unpleasant.
[only now does harry realize precisely how much innuendo is in his conversations with eggsy, and it couldn't be coming at a worse time.]
[ It doesn't take a genius to work out the unpleasant place Harry is talking about. ]
I can think of better things I'd like up my arse. [ Eggsy replies without thinking and immediately regrets it because it just reminds him of everything he said to Harry at the festival and what happened after. ]
Are we almost done? [ He asks impatiently, starting to fidget. ]
[he's certainly not the only one keenly reminded of what he thought had been flirtation beforehand. eggsy practically wrote him a sonnet abou how much he loved getting himself stuffed up the arse and yet it must have only been one of eggsy's poorly conceived attempts to get a rise out of harry. only it wasn't the rise he was expecting by any means.
so he steps over it, ignores it blatantly for an awkward pause before he comes round to face eggsy and measure across his torso, lean down tomark his measurements on paper.]
Nearly. Just a few more. Tilt your chin for me?
[eggsy will find the tape coming to loosely wrap around his neck.]
[ The worst part is Eggsy knows what measurements are left from his first measurement experience so it's only going to get worse when Harry has to kneel down to do his legs...
Eggsy lifts his chin but looks up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact with Harry, giving him a lovely view of his Adam's apple. ]
I hate standing still. [ That much is obvious from the way Eggsy is twitching, but it's more to do with the fact that he can't handle Harry being in his personal space anymore, not when he wants to pull Harry even closer and continue where they left off at the festival. ]
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You gonna make me go down a catwalk too?
[ You're welcome, Harry, for that mental image of Eggsy strutting his stuff down a platform with all eyes on him. ] Should I be practicin' my walk now?
[ He sure as hell isn't doing it in heels. ]
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It's a masquerade, Eggsy, not a runway show. I think you've got enouogh of a strut as it is--no need to practice and get carried away.
[it's half praise and half defense mechanism for harry so he doesn't need to watch the boy wriggle around the empty shop dressed to the nines and more devastatingly handsome than usual.]
In here, please.
[theere's a hand on his shoulder, nudging him towards the dressing room. it's a shade more spacious than kingsman's with a full-length expanding mirror to give a good view at all angles, a platform for him to step up onto so harry can get started. if nothing else it puts them nearly at eye level for a change, something harry notices right away.]
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[ He doesn't mind modeling Harry's work by wearing it at the masquerade or around the city but actually taking part in a runway show? No thanks. He'd feel like a right idiot.
He might be deliberately going slower and almost dragging his feet towards the dressing room, partly because he's nervous about the inevitable touching that will occur while being measured and because he likes the weight of Harry's hand on his shoulder.
He takes off his bomber jacket first by hanging it on the nearest available hook, revealing a tight polo-shirt underneath and his baggy jeans hanging low off enough to show his underwear, as usual. It doesn't matter how much Harry might have changed him, he still dresses like the young man Harry first met. Stepping up to full-length mirror, he catches Harry's eye in the reflection. ]
What colour mask should I wear? [ He thinks up what sounds like a stupid question so they have something to talk about while Harry measures him instead of awkward silence. ]
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he hopes that despite the new hangup, there's still plenty of progress to be made.]
Arms out please.
[he'll start off with the less intimate areas, keep up the chitchat as a distration as he takes the tape measure and places it against the length of eggsy's arm for a sleeve.]
I think gold suits you. Blue as well--compliments your eyes.
Would you believe it if I told you I've barely given thought to what I'll be wearing?
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As for blue complimenting his eyes - Eggsy will pretend like he never heard Harry say that, but maybe he'll start wearing more blue more often... ]
I bet a million pounds you're gonna wear a suit.
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[said bone dry, but there's a twinkle of user in his eyes when he lets them meet said blue ones in the mirror with a small smile. he moves to the front, measurine the inside along eggsy's wrists now with gentle, fleeting touches.]
You read my mind; I'm astounded. And what colour mask do you suppose I ought to wear, hm?
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You? Um... [ Eggsy thinks about it for a moment by studying Harry's face. ] I dunno, don't it depend on what you're wearing? Maybe you should go for gold as well. Same color as the Kingsman symbol, innit?
[ Eggsy shrugs. He's pretty sure any color mask would look good on Harry. ]
Merlin should wear one of those fluffy ones with feathers. [ He sniggers. ]
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[which is probably not the idea either of them want to convey. before eggsy can comment on it, however, harry clears his throat again and continues while moving to measure the full span of eggsy's shoulders.
he's definitely not making note of the rippling muscle he can feel even through the fabric of his shirt.]
Got plenty of time to decide, I suppose. Though I'd like to be present when you suggest that one to Merlin. He might tell you to stick said feathers somewhere unpleasant.
[only now does harry realize precisely how much innuendo is in his conversations with eggsy, and it couldn't be coming at a worse time.]
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I can think of better things I'd like up my arse. [ Eggsy replies without thinking and immediately regrets it because it just reminds him of everything he said to Harry at the festival and what happened after. ]
Are we almost done? [ He asks impatiently, starting to fidget. ]
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so he steps over it, ignores it blatantly for an awkward pause before he comes round to face eggsy and measure across his torso, lean down tomark his measurements on paper.]
Nearly. Just a few more. Tilt your chin for me?
[eggsy will find the tape coming to loosely wrap around his neck.]
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Eggsy lifts his chin but looks up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact with Harry, giving him a lovely view of his Adam's apple. ]
I hate standing still. [ That much is obvious from the way Eggsy is twitching, but it's more to do with the fact that he can't handle Harry being in his personal space anymore, not when he wants to pull Harry even closer and continue where they left off at the festival. ]
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Yes. Well. If you'd like it to fit properly you might want to, just for a few more moments.
[he's behind eggsy first so he doesn't get a faceful of his crotch as he measures around his hips.]
Nearly through now.