[ Eggsy retaliates by picking up and throwing what looks like a chicken fillet towards Freddie's face (it's not chicken, it's a silicone enhancer for your bra left on the vanity table). ]
You're uninvited to the wedding. [ He pulls a face at Freddie's teasing, flicking on a light that illuminates a mirror with its frame of bulbs. The light means he can see Freddie's neck better and Eggsy raises an eyebrow at the bruises. ]
[ He's all laughter and grins until Freddie reveals how his neck actually came to be the way it is. Eggsy does come closer, but not for the drink - frowning, he steps forward to inspect the blond's neck up close. Not touching in case it'll hurt if it does, he sticks to looking, knowing Freddie won't want him to make a big deal out of it but he can be very protective when he wants to be - the moment he saw his mother with a black eye, he could have beaten Dean to a bloody pulp. ]
He knows not to try this shit with you again, yeah? 'Cos if he don't I'll send the prick a message. Attached to a brick I'll throw at his fuckin' face. [ Notice how he sounds even more like a chav when he's angry. ]
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You're uninvited to the wedding. [ He pulls a face at Freddie's teasing, flicking on a light that illuminates a mirror with its frame of bulbs. The light means he can see Freddie's neck better and Eggsy raises an eyebrow at the bruises. ]
Someone been playin' rough with you?
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[Freddie has to think for a moment before he connects Eggsy's question with what prompted it, glancing across to the mirror, then shrugging.]
He threatened to dislocate my spine, it was very romantic. You should come over here.
[The subject change is made with a crook of his fingers and a little tip of the bottle before he opens it, pouring a measure into the cap.]
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[ He's all laughter and grins until Freddie reveals how his neck actually came to be the way it is. Eggsy does come closer, but not for the drink - frowning, he steps forward to inspect the blond's neck up close. Not touching in case it'll hurt if it does, he sticks to looking, knowing Freddie won't want him to make a big deal out of it but he can be very protective when he wants to be - the moment he saw his mother with a black eye, he could have beaten Dean to a bloody pulp. ]
He knows not to try this shit with you again, yeah? 'Cos if he don't I'll send the prick a message. Attached to a brick I'll throw at his fuckin' face. [ Notice how he sounds even more like a chav when he's angry. ]