[ The comment about JB makes Eggsy laugh from the kitchen, replying loud enough for Harry to hear him. ]
He gets more female attention than I do around 'ere. Not from other female dogs, actual women. [ Does he sound jealous of his own dog? Maybe a little bit, but at least he can get women's attention using JB... Not that a dog should be bought for that sole purpose. It's just handy that his pet happens to be a babe magnet. ] He's pretty friendly with Roxy's dog but I think they're just mates. [ Or maybe they shag when no one's looking like their owners, who knows. ]
Prepare to get your fucking socks knocked off. [ Eggsy says upon return, holding out Harry's martini for him. He really, really hopes Harry likes it. He worked hard on preparing it exactly to his high standards. ]
I've been considering getting one myself, you know. And before you need to ask, no I don't think I'll put him up in my crapper this time if he lives long enough.
[in eudio, he means. it's odd to think about the fact that this could be possibility--living the rest of his life in this city. it's a far cry from london, and harry knows he'll be restless eventually, find something else to occupy his time...
it's odd, to say the least. and he's grateful for eggsy to come back while he's still petting jb diligently to interrupt that train of thought. he seems rather confident about his skills--as he well should be if he's retained what harry taught him in his office before the final test that night. he takes it gratefully, nodding silently in thanks.]
[ It doesn't surprise Eggsy much to hear Harry might get a dog. Quite a few people in Eudio had one. He thinks it might be good for Harry to get a furry companion again. Training a puppy could occupy him during his free time... of which he has a lot of. ]
If you want. [ Though Harry will have to propose it himself if he wants a toast that isn't 'to sex'. Raising his glass, he waits for Harry to say something more articulate than he could ever come up with. ]
[he's quiet for a moment, thoughtful as he mulls it over but it's not long for the right words to come. it sums up everything quite nicely--the argument tonight, their existence here as a whole. so he lifts his own glass, clears his throat and says only:] To second chances.
[and from there he can clink his glass with eggsy's, take the first sip of that smooth, decadent drink. he's pleased to find it all in order, just like eggsy had been taught and that means he retained it and now can execute it as well. it's another swell of pride in his chest, not just swooping from the alcohol but from watching his own handiwork manifest and know that eggsy always performs so well.
so he gets a genuine, closed-lipped smile for it, harry indulging in another sip before setting it down with a clink to nurse the rest shortly. but first--]
[ There. It's a simple enough toast but it's still better than Eggsy could have come up with (he'd almost said 'to being alive' but 'second chances' sounds a whole lot better).
Eggsy's actually too busy watching Harry's face after their glasses have tapped together to drink his own martini, somewhat nervous even though he's sure he did everything right...
Not watching Harry spit it out and being praised by him - it gives him the weirdest adrenaline rush. He can't explain why. ] You like it? [ He quickly masks his look of relief and joy into something more smug. ] Told you.
[ He finally sips at his own martini with a pleased smile to himself. ]
What you gonna name your new dog, then? Mrs. Pickles?
[that little glimpse before eggsy corrects his expression--that's what he remembers. from fitting room three, the black prince, the tests before it all went to shit....all of it. that's the look that's so dangerous for harry, the one that has him wanting to start up those lessons so he can impart his knowledge and watch the boy's face light up every time he so much as quotes great literature with proper poignancy. it's a heady thing, not arrogance and nothing he can explain other than getting his kicks somehow. no more, no less (for now).]
Of course, I taught you--the proper way, coincidentally just the way I like it.
[someone might call that grooming under the right circumstances, but well.]
You'll get a chuckle out of this one--I had considered a Scottish terrier. Merlin.
Quite. What can I say, perhaps I'm missing our mutual friend a bit lately.
[his oldest friend, that is to say, not to mention someone in his own fucking age bracket but that's neither here nor there and not something he's about to broach with eggsy when it'll likely only earn him another ribbing about being an old geezer.
he takes another indulgent sip, lips curling around the rim of his glass and tonguing the lingering bit of gin before setting his glass back down, still an approving little twist at the corner of his mouth.]
Legend, that's a new one. I suppose there's a thing or two I've done that'll live on in infamy at HQ.
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He gets more female attention than I do around 'ere. Not from other female dogs, actual women. [ Does he sound jealous of his own dog? Maybe a little bit, but at least he can get women's attention using JB... Not that a dog should be bought for that sole purpose. It's just handy that his pet happens to be a babe magnet. ] He's pretty friendly with Roxy's dog but I think they're just mates. [ Or maybe they shag when no one's looking like their owners, who knows. ]
Prepare to get your fucking socks knocked off. [ Eggsy says upon return, holding out Harry's martini for him. He really, really hopes Harry likes it. He worked hard on preparing it exactly to his high standards. ]
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[in eudio, he means. it's odd to think about the fact that this could be possibility--living the rest of his life in this city. it's a far cry from london, and harry knows he'll be restless eventually, find something else to occupy his time...
it's odd, to say the least. and he's grateful for eggsy to come back while he's still petting jb diligently to interrupt that train of thought. he seems rather confident about his skills--as he well should be if he's retained what harry taught him in his office before the final test that night. he takes it gratefully, nodding silently in thanks.]
Proper toast, then?
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If you want. [ Though Harry will have to propose it himself if he wants a toast that isn't 'to sex'. Raising his glass, he waits for Harry to say something more articulate than he could ever come up with. ]
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[and from there he can clink his glass with eggsy's, take the first sip of that smooth, decadent drink. he's pleased to find it all in order, just like eggsy had been taught and that means he retained it and now can execute it as well. it's another swell of pride in his chest, not just swooping from the alcohol but from watching his own handiwork manifest and know that eggsy always performs so well.
so he gets a genuine, closed-lipped smile for it, harry indulging in another sip before setting it down with a clink to nurse the rest shortly. but first--]
You remembered. Well done indeed.
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Eggsy's actually too busy watching Harry's face after their glasses have tapped together to drink his own martini, somewhat nervous even though he's sure he did everything right...
Not watching Harry spit it out and being praised by him - it gives him the weirdest adrenaline rush. He can't explain why. ] You like it? [ He quickly masks his look of relief and joy into something more smug. ] Told you.
[ He finally sips at his own martini with a pleased smile to himself. ]
What you gonna name your new dog, then? Mrs. Pickles?
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Of course, I taught you--the proper way, coincidentally just the way I like it.
[someone might call that grooming under the right circumstances, but well.]
You'll get a chuckle out of this one--I had considered a Scottish terrier. Merlin.
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Harry doesn't just get a chuckle out of him, he gets belly laughter and Eggsy almost spilling his drink. ]
For real? [ Eggsy approves. He can picture Merlin's face if he were to ever find out. Priceless. ] Harry, you legend.
[ Well, now Harry has to get a Scottish terrier and call him Merlin since it amuses Eggsy so much. ]
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[his oldest friend, that is to say, not to mention someone in his own fucking age bracket but that's neither here nor there and not something he's about to broach with eggsy when it'll likely only earn him another ribbing about being an old geezer.
he takes another indulgent sip, lips curling around the rim of his glass and tonguing the lingering bit of gin before setting his glass back down, still an approving little twist at the corner of his mouth.]
Legend, that's a new one. I suppose there's a thing or two I've done that'll live on in infamy at HQ.