( well that's significantly more of her handler than she's used to seeing, or had expected to see here today. part of her had been expecting merlin to answer the door with the same self composure and respectability that he greeted them with in the office — all military sweaters and neatly pressed khakis, accented with the downturn of his mouth. but instead she gets dog whistles, a wife beater, sweat pants covered in collie fur, and some vague semblance of a five o' clock shadow. and it's...
really good she finds this more shocking than it is, otherwise the initial smirk from witnessing tiberius' excitable antics might not have slipped from her features, face schooled into a mask of near professional composure save for the slight color in her cheeks. but it's london and the wind had been particularly brisk this morning; everyone's face was a little ruddy. )
Good morning, sir.
( did he just call her rox? never mind.
she leans forward a little on the balls of her feet and tries to peer behind him — and not get distracted by the adorable dog panting on the carpet. )
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really good she finds this more shocking than it is, otherwise the initial smirk from witnessing tiberius' excitable antics might not have slipped from her features, face schooled into a mask of near professional composure save for the slight color in her cheeks. but it's london and the wind had been particularly brisk this morning; everyone's face was a little ruddy. )
Good morning, sir.
( did he just call her rox? never mind.
she leans forward a little on the balls of her feet and tries to peer behind him — and not get distracted by the adorable dog panting on the carpet. )
Can Eggsy come out and play?