( there's a kettle, but roxy opts for a simple pot to boil their water in because she doesn't know if it's the type to scream like a demon or just faintly whistle when the water is ready, and would prefer not to chance it.
she'd only been in eggsy's house once before, and then she hadn't made it much further than the sitting room because michelle had taken the opportunity to interrogate her — you're his only collegue i've ever met, you have to tell me... — but it's a reasonable layout. cups and sugar and milk are easy enough to locate; tea is practically out in the open, and by the time she's carefully hefting up the pot full of bubbling water, she's neatly prepared cups to steep. one gets sugar, one gets milk; she'll let him choose whenever he gets out of the shower.
in the meantime, roxy eases back up the stairs and into his dark room, and takes a seat in his desk chair. her eyes acclimate to the late night darkness easily enough, and it'd be a lie to say she wasn't keenly observing the four walls and sparse furniture; taking in pictures, posters, clothes, and colors schemes while she waits. )
[Eggsy makes the shower as quick as he can, as Roxy should really be treated as a guest here and yet she's the one off making tea. He'd rather not leave her on her own longer than he has to, since there's not much to entertain her in the middle of the night unless she decides to boot up his Xbox. So, as much as he enjoys the warm water washing the grime of the pub off of him, he doesn't linger too long, and turns the water icy cold right before he gets out to really help him sober up.
When he moves back into his room, his hair is still damp and he's got nothing but a towel which is tied tightly around his waist. It's not like Roxy hasn't seen him shirtless before, given that they'd shared a room along with all the other candidates for months.
He flicks the overhead light on and then goes to sit on the edge of his bed.] Feel human again. [He lets out a long sigh and then smiles at Roxy, something a bit smaller but warmer too.] Thank you for all this. Really. I owe you one. Any time you need a ride or somethin', you know who to call, yeah?
[He could reach out for the tea, but he waits for her to offer it. Manners and all that.]
OH GOOD! im glad you're enjoying it is much as I am c:
( it wasn't like they had much privacy as it was. the open showers and bathroom facilities in their own way had been in preparation of having a handler in their ear for the rest of their action packed lives. taking a bath or having to pee while their spectacles were transmitting visual back to merlin — or midmission, where the only safe place to send a partial report was in the loo — wasn't as traumatizing as it could have been the first time around thanks to their militant training barracks. she'd even got over being the only girl in their boys club pretty quickly; it wasn't like her stint in the military had offered much more privacy.
but roxy still averts her eyes; she'll leave if he seems too uncomfortable getting dressed, or swivel around the desk chair and try to find something interesting in the wallpaper. but for now she just stifles a yawn; smirks a little and nods in agreement. )
I've seen you drive, Eggsy; I think I'd rather take a taxi.
( but real talk, with sincerity — )
It's no problem. Really. I'll sleep better knowing you're home safe instead of passed out in a gutter. Do you want me to stay? ( and they can talk about your emotional hang up that is harry hart; she's observant and has got suspicions. but will also take a hike — after she finishes her tea, of course — if he'd rather. )
[It's true, that for all that they've had it drilled into their heads over and over that they are to blend into crowds, to be passed over as unimportant, to be like ghosts while on their missions, that's hardly the case for anything within the organization. Mission control is trained to view just about anything that a field agent might lay their eyes on, although Merlin had still given him a talking to for not removing his glasses before spending some quality time with Princess Tilde.
He does appreciate that Roxy doesn't outright stare as he reaches for his dresser and pulls out some pyjama pants, which he slips on quickly, tossing the towel into the hamper once he's done.
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to wake the whole house, that insult to his driving ability would have earned a loud squawk of protest. Instead Eggsy hisses the words between his teeth:] What? I'm a fantastic driver, thank you very much.
[He may like to drive a bit fast, yes, but he also has excellent control over the car regardless of what reckless moves he makes. And it's not like he has to do that. He just enjoys showing off.
Eggsy doubts he would have actually ended up in a gutter, but he's still glad he didn't have to make that miserable walk home. At Roxy's question, Eggsy's head snaps up and then he shrugs.] Up to you, really. If you don't feel like driving home...
and she's a basic understanding of stunt driving, centrifugal and inertia, and is pretty sure he wouldn't have to try too hard to flip a car on it's side and drive like that. yeah, all in all, roxy would rather take a taxi. she could, she reasons, take one home now — because she's exhausted, sore and wants nothing more to close her eyes and be in a general horizontal position — but then her car would be here and it'd be all sorts of inconveninent the next morning... )
[It's not like he drives backward all the time, all right. It had been once. Or maybe a few other times, to teach himself how to do it, but he wouldn't just do it randomly.
It's probably better that he doesn't get into an argument with his current savior about his driving ability, though. He'll just have to prove what he can do another time, maybe when they're sent on a mission together. If they are. So far Merlin has kept them on separate assignments, wanting them to grow their talents without using each other as a crutch.
It makes sense, but it also means that these times they do get to spend together are all the more rare and therefore precious in their own way.
(Yes, Eggsy is a bit of a sap sometimes, especially after he's had a few.)
At her comment, he shakes his head.] Not at all. Here, take the bed, I've got some blankets and things I can lay out. [He stands up, maybe a bit too quickly, and heads over for the closet.] Mum will probably make breakfast in the morning and she's the absolute best cook, so...
a homemade breakfast versus going home to where she probably has fine wine and breakfast bars and that's it in her kitchen? that's not even a real contest.
but there's a problem here; preemptive moral contrition. )
I'm not kicking you out of your own bed, ( roxy tells him sternly, lips pursing and shaking her head infintesimally from side to side — what kind of overnight guest do you think she is, eggsy? the type to argue, that's what. ) I'll take the floor.
[An overnight guest should absolutely take the bed that's offered to them. Eggsy may be rough around the edges in a lot of ways, but he has had a few things instilled in him by his mum, and this is one of them.]
Roxy, listen. You just got done with a mission, you probably got bruises all over...
[He stands there with a pile of blankets in his arms, in his pyjama pants, and digs his heels in like a stubborn mule.]
Just take the bed, for Christ's sake. Do you know what my mum will do if she comes in here in the morning and there's a girl sleeping on my floor?
Your mother still wakes you up in the morning? ( roxy sneers without any real malice behind the judgement all arch of her eyebrows. it'd been an attempt at putting up a fight, at butting heads in the hopes he'd back down and let her have her way (glutton for suffering poor sleeping arrangements that she is). but if only a few things became apparent in their time at kingsman, it was that to be a special agent, one had to be pretty unrelenting and stubborn.
"driven" was another nice word for it too; all her superiors called her incredibly driven. but there was wisdom to be found in knowing when an argument isn't going to budge and knowing when to back down.
so roxy rolls her eyes. with gusto. )
This is ridiculous. We'll share.
( because hand in hand with not caring if he showered, walked around in a towel, or changed in front of her, roxy could really care less if they slept in the same bed if it meant she could pass out all the sooner. )
No, it's -- [Eggsy lets out a frustrated groan at the misinterpretation. It's not like that, it's just that when he's getting back in the middle of the night from missions (which he's told his mum is part of the late hours of his new job), she tends to check in on him to make sure that he's gotten himself home okay. Wouldn't anyone's mum do that?
He hadn't been on the job tonight, but after everything that he and his family has been through with Dean, his mum can be a bit overprotective.
It's really for the best that she doesn't know what he gets up to, honestly. Eggsy wonders just how long he can keep the secret, though. Chances are she's going to find out someday, but he'll put it off for as long as humanly possible.
Sharing does seem like a good compromise, and so Eggsy dumps the extra blankets at the foot of the bed.] Fine. But you're the one who has to explain that in the morning, yeah? Actually, she'll probably be thrilled to meet one of my "work friends."
[Eggsy climbs into the bed, scooting to the far side of it and then throwing the covers back so that Roxy can get in.] Come on, then. [He motions her over. Two friends sharing a bed really is no big deal. It's never been like that between him and Roxy, so Eggsy doesn't see why it has to be awkward.]
( there's more generous eye rolling — she'd hazard a guess that Eggsy's mother could and would draw her own conclusions when she woke them up, but that they could deal with in the morning — but roxy undoes her dressing gown, toes off her slippers and crawls face first into cool, clean sheets.
she groans against the pillow with something like deep satisfaction, relief that supporting her weary self is no longer on her. aw yes. sleep. )
[That noise that Roxy makes is something that Eggsy is all too familiar with, having crawled back in here still bloody from his assignment, only to experience that crushing relief of finally being able to take a load off. He smiles at her, especially when she makes that comment.]
True, true. Although I still got to meet a lot of the other Kingsmen in person. Haven't really had much of a chance to talk to Percival, even.
[Which he should change, since he'd like to learn more about the man who nominated Roxy. He's curious what their relation to each other is, too.
As they lay there, though, Eggsy realizes that the light is still on, and he doesn't much feel like getting up to turn it off. With a grumble, he reaches for the closest solid object he can find, which turns out to be a book, and tosses it at the light switch.
Miraculously, he actually hits his mark and the room goes dark.]
Got it in one! [He may do a little fistpump in the bed.]
( what does he think they'd even talk about, she wants to ask before realizing that would potentially open a door for revalations, and of all manner of embarassing childhood stories if eggsy ever pried and learned that percival had been — was, still was — her godfather. and had been rather integral in ending what was commonly known around her family home as la résistance de la potty chair...
yeah, she was willing to go above and beyond to assure that the two of them were never left to their own devices for very long. but for now just shhh's at him, too tired to even judge him for fistpumping she can feel more than see. )
Goodnight, Eggsy, ( roxy mumbles pointedly, huffing before pushing her face into the closest, softest pillow. silence overcomes the room fairly quickly, and then sleep overcomes her in record time.
she dreams of breakfast, and wakes having drooled all over his pillow set. )
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it did! thank you, you're lovely
( there's a kettle, but roxy opts for a simple pot to boil their water in because she doesn't know if it's the type to scream like a demon or just faintly whistle when the water is ready, and would prefer not to chance it.
she'd only been in eggsy's house once before, and then she hadn't made it much further than the sitting room because michelle had taken the opportunity to interrogate her — you're his only collegue i've ever met, you have to tell me... — but it's a reasonable layout. cups and sugar and milk are easy enough to locate; tea is practically out in the open, and by the time she's carefully hefting up the pot full of bubbling water, she's neatly prepared cups to steep. one gets sugar, one gets milk; she'll let him choose whenever he gets out of the shower.
in the meantime, roxy eases back up the stairs and into his dark room, and takes a seat in his desk chair. her eyes acclimate to the late night darkness easily enough, and it'd be a lie to say she wasn't keenly observing the four walls and sparse furniture; taking in pictures, posters, clothes, and colors schemes while she waits. )
c: and this thread is lovely
When he moves back into his room, his hair is still damp and he's got nothing but a towel which is tied tightly around his waist. It's not like Roxy hasn't seen him shirtless before, given that they'd shared a room along with all the other candidates for months.
He flicks the overhead light on and then goes to sit on the edge of his bed.] Feel human again. [He lets out a long sigh and then smiles at Roxy, something a bit smaller but warmer too.] Thank you for all this. Really. I owe you one. Any time you need a ride or somethin', you know who to call, yeah?
[He could reach out for the tea, but he waits for her to offer it. Manners and all that.]
OH GOOD! im glad you're enjoying it is much as I am c:
but roxy still averts her eyes; she'll leave if he seems too uncomfortable getting dressed, or swivel around the desk chair and try to find something interesting in the wallpaper. but for now she just stifles a yawn; smirks a little and nods in agreement. )
I've seen you drive, Eggsy; I think I'd rather take a taxi.
( but real talk, with sincerity — )
It's no problem. Really. I'll sleep better knowing you're home safe instead of passed out in a gutter. Do you want me to stay? ( and they can talk about your emotional hang up that is harry hart; she's observant and has got suspicions. but will also take a hike — after she finishes her tea, of course — if he'd rather. )
most definitely!!
He does appreciate that Roxy doesn't outright stare as he reaches for his dresser and pulls out some pyjama pants, which he slips on quickly, tossing the towel into the hamper once he's done.
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to wake the whole house, that insult to his driving ability would have earned a loud squawk of protest. Instead Eggsy hisses the words between his teeth:] What? I'm a fantastic driver, thank you very much.
[He may like to drive a bit fast, yes, but he also has excellent control over the car regardless of what reckless moves he makes. And it's not like he has to do that. He just enjoys showing off.
Eggsy doubts he would have actually ended up in a gutter, but he's still glad he didn't have to make that miserable walk home. At Roxy's question, Eggsy's head snaps up and then he shrugs.] Up to you, really. If you don't feel like driving home...
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a bit backwards.
and she's a basic understanding of stunt driving, centrifugal and inertia, and is pretty sure he wouldn't have to try too hard to flip a car on it's side and drive like that. yeah, all in all, roxy would rather take a taxi. she could, she reasons, take one home now — because she's exhausted, sore and wants nothing more to close her eyes and be in a general horizontal position — but then her car would be here and it'd be all sorts of inconveninent the next morning... )
I don't want to impose.
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It's probably better that he doesn't get into an argument with his current savior about his driving ability, though. He'll just have to prove what he can do another time, maybe when they're sent on a mission together. If they are. So far Merlin has kept them on separate assignments, wanting them to grow their talents without using each other as a crutch.
It makes sense, but it also means that these times they do get to spend together are all the more rare and therefore precious in their own way.
(Yes, Eggsy is a bit of a sap sometimes, especially after he's had a few.)
At her comment, he shakes his head.] Not at all. Here, take the bed, I've got some blankets and things I can lay out. [He stands up, maybe a bit too quickly, and heads over for the closet.] Mum will probably make breakfast in the morning and she's the absolute best cook, so...
[Don't want to miss that, do you, Roxy?]
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a homemade breakfast versus going home to where she probably has fine wine and breakfast bars and that's it in her kitchen? that's not even a real contest.
but there's a problem here; preemptive moral contrition. )
I'm not kicking you out of your own bed, ( roxy tells him sternly, lips pursing and shaking her head infintesimally from side to side — what kind of overnight guest do you think she is, eggsy? the type to argue, that's what. ) I'll take the floor.
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Roxy, listen. You just got done with a mission, you probably got bruises all over...
[He stands there with a pile of blankets in his arms, in his pyjama pants, and digs his heels in like a stubborn mule.]
Just take the bed, for Christ's sake. Do you know what my mum will do if she comes in here in the morning and there's a girl sleeping on my floor?
[It won't be pretty.]
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"driven" was another nice word for it too; all her superiors called her incredibly driven. but there was wisdom to be found in knowing when an argument isn't going to budge and knowing when to back down.
so roxy rolls her eyes. with gusto. )
This is ridiculous. We'll share.
( because hand in hand with not caring if he showered, walked around in a towel, or changed in front of her, roxy could really care less if they slept in the same bed if it meant she could pass out all the sooner. )
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He hadn't been on the job tonight, but after everything that he and his family has been through with Dean, his mum can be a bit overprotective.
It's really for the best that she doesn't know what he gets up to, honestly. Eggsy wonders just how long he can keep the secret, though. Chances are she's going to find out someday, but he'll put it off for as long as humanly possible.
Sharing does seem like a good compromise, and so Eggsy dumps the extra blankets at the foot of the bed.] Fine. But you're the one who has to explain that in the morning, yeah? Actually, she'll probably be thrilled to meet one of my "work friends."
[Eggsy climbs into the bed, scooting to the far side of it and then throwing the covers back so that Roxy can get in.] Come on, then. [He motions her over. Two friends sharing a bed really is no big deal. It's never been like that between him and Roxy, so Eggsy doesn't see why it has to be awkward.]
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she groans against the pillow with something like deep satisfaction, relief that supporting her weary self is no longer on her. aw yes. sleep. )
Your best work friend.
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True, true. Although I still got to meet a lot of the other Kingsmen in person. Haven't really had much of a chance to talk to Percival, even.
[Which he should change, since he'd like to learn more about the man who nominated Roxy. He's curious what their relation to each other is, too.
As they lay there, though, Eggsy realizes that the light is still on, and he doesn't much feel like getting up to turn it off. With a grumble, he reaches for the closest solid object he can find, which turns out to be a book, and tosses it at the light switch.
Miraculously, he actually hits his mark and the room goes dark.]
Got it in one! [He may do a little fistpump in the bed.]
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yeah, she was willing to go above and beyond to assure that the two of them were never left to their own devices for very long. but for now just shhh's at him, too tired to even judge him for fistpumping she can feel more than see. )
Goodnight, Eggsy, ( roxy mumbles pointedly, huffing before pushing her face into the closest, softest pillow. silence overcomes the room fairly quickly, and then sleep overcomes her in record time.
she dreams of breakfast, and wakes having drooled all over his pillow set. )