( the bruises on her legs and arms are roughly ten hours old. they smart — falling off various tall buildings and roughing it with serbian goons thrice her bodyweight tend to result in bruises that fucking smart — with the handful of advil she'd downed only just taking the edge off. but she's had worse. they've all had worse, and this can be toughed out with minimal complaining. the team in medical at hq had bore the brunt of her attitude.
peeling back out into traffic, she gives eggsy a somewhat tired smile, but a smile all the same. )
[Eggsy has taken his share of beatings, both before and after becoming a Kingsman. It's something that he's learned to deal with, but that doesn't make it hurt any less when it happens. Roxy has never been one to complain even when things get really bad, and Eggsy does what he can to follow by her example.
It's great having her as a coworker and a friend, because they both can help each other out with the things they're not as comfortable with or used to.
That question causes him to laugh lowly as he sinks against the passenger seat, slumping more than sitting.]
'Course I did. Woulda invited you out, 'cept I figured you'd need your rest.
[A thought which had not occurred to him once he'd been a few drinks deep.]
— so I'll have plenty of time to rest. And drink myself into oblivion.
( it's an exceptionally short drive to his house, and while roxy doesn't really have to focus on merging, she's an excellent driver and is gradually working her way through piloting all of the airborne vehicles in the expansive garage at kingsman hq, but she plays by the rules on civilian turf; checks her blindspot and focuses on not hitting pedestrians.
until she wants to focus on eggsy. ) This was for fun, right? Not a new coping mechanism for post-mission anxieties or anything I should worry about?
[It's not every time that their vacation hours overlap, and no doubt Eggsy will be called back in the field in a few days. Still, there should be at least one opportunity for the two of them to go out together, or have a night in, whatever they end up deciding to do.
At this point, Eggsy definitely needs to make this enormous favor up to Roxy, and he'll work that out just as soon as he's sober again. In the morning.
Roxy is a much safer driver than Eggsy ever is, but her question takes him by surprise. She's worried, and he doesn't want to make that worse.] Nothing like that. Just needed to get out for a bit.
[It has nothing to do with post-mission issues, at least. Eggsy has other thoughts that are plaguing him, or one thought anyway. Which has everything to do with a man getting shot in the front of a church. He's been grieving for a while now, and he gets the feeling that everyone else is sick of hearing about it.
But he never got closure, his last conversation with Harry had been an argument, and Eggsy doesn't know how to stop that from eating away at him. His shifts to gaze out the window as his house rolls up.]
( they went through the same neurolinguistics training; what's more, they're super spies and roxy is more than well trained in spotting bullshitters. but she does him the courtesy of not blatantly calling him out on it in the car. not when they've parked, and maybe if she's sneaky about it, she can interrogate him about this subject again.
because if he's hurting, it's more than just her civic duty as a coworker to intervene before his liver gave out. )
Do we need to worry about waking your mother and sister? ( roxy asks idly after a neat park job, killing the engine and unbuckling her seatbelt. )
Probably, yeah. Daisy's still a light sleeper, so we should be quiet. [Which shouldn't be much of a task for two Kingsman agents, but Eggsy isn't sure he can even walk in a straight line right now. He unbuckles and gets out of the car, leaning against it and letting the cool air wash over him. He needs to sober up.
He smacks his own face a few times to that end, and if nothing else it makes him slightly more alert. He doesn't want his mum waking up and seeing him like this. It would bring forth too many bad memories for her, from back when he'd been regularly using drugs and making an absolute arse of himself.]
If we can get to my room, we should be fine after that. [Not that he expects Roxy to stay over, although he also wouldn't really mind if she did. He could set out some blankets on the floor for himself.
He eyes the front door of the house, his house, and smiles to himself. It's a good reminder that as crap as he feels at the moment, he's done a few things right.]
( she'd have walked at his shoulder even if he weren't totteringly plastered and questionably balanced on his feet. with all the seriousness of lancelot at the round table taking orders from merlin, roxy nods; accepts the mission of infiltrating eggsy's house unnoticed by his mother and little sister with marked stoicisim, and falls into step at his side.
considering these days they were pretty much expected to pick locks underwater with hostile enemies shooting into the water around them in order to be a kingsman, it isn't that hard to sneak into a house unnoticed. once eggsy opens the door, jb scitters across the hardwood all nails and lolling tongue, and roxy stoops to pick him up and scratch under his chin to preemptively silence any mad, excitable barking. even with her arms full of lapdog, she's primed to catch him if he slips on the stairs they carefully ascend. it's not silent but there's no screaming child or worried mother peering out of her bedroom by the time they reach the second floor and the row of doors. )
I'm not going to bathe you, ( roxy sees fit to make a point of once they're inside eggsy's orderly — almost untouched, just like hers really; who had time to make a mess in a bedroom they rarely even slept in — room, gently depositing jb on the floor, though he hops right up on the bed. ) But if you want to shower, I'll go make some tea while you do.
( even bone weary, she's lighter on her feet than he is right now, and is going to descend the slightly creaking stairs again to at least fetch a cup for water, maybe rummage around for some advil. )
[Eggsy has sobered up enough that he doesn't require Roxy to catch him or balance him as they make their way into the house and then up the stairs (although the banister helps in the latter case). It's also a good thing that 1) JB is actually rather well-trained now and 2) that he's already familiar with Roxy, as barking would have definitely ruined all of their best laid plans.
Once they make it into his room, Eggsy closes the door tight behind him and then lets out a heavy sigh as he leans back against it. They made it, he can hide his shame from his family and maybe take this as a lesson to not get this pissed in the middle of the night when he has to go home.
Being bathed by even a close friend would be fucking humiliating, so it's for the best that Roxy doesn't offer that. Tea, though, tea sounds incredible right about now and Eggsy lifts his head to give Roxy a weary, drunken look, grateful beyond belief.]
Have I told you lately that you're the best friend anyone could ask for? Because you are.
[He may have said that earlier, in the car. He doesn't remember. If he did, it bears repeating, and so without much thought he shrugs out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor, and tosses his hat on his dresser.]
I'll be back. [He turns himself around to carefully open the door again and then slinks out to cross the hall to the washroom.]
( 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's great having her as a coworker and a friend, because they both can help each other out with the things they're not as comfortable with or used to.
That question causes him to laugh lowly as he sinks against the passenger seat, slumping more than sitting.]
'Course I did. Woulda invited you out, 'cept I figured you'd need your rest.
[A thought which had not occurred to him once he'd been a few drinks deep.]
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( aka ten days paid vacation holla at your girl )
— so I'll have plenty of time to rest. And drink myself into oblivion.
( it's an exceptionally short drive to his house, and while roxy doesn't really have to focus on merging, she's an excellent driver and is gradually working her way through piloting all of the airborne vehicles in the expansive garage at kingsman hq, but she plays by the rules on civilian turf; checks her blindspot and focuses on not hitting pedestrians.
until she wants to focus on eggsy. ) This was for fun, right? Not a new coping mechanism for post-mission anxieties or anything I should worry about?
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At this point, Eggsy definitely needs to make this enormous favor up to Roxy, and he'll work that out just as soon as he's sober again. In the morning.
Roxy is a much safer driver than Eggsy ever is, but her question takes him by surprise. She's worried, and he doesn't want to make that worse.] Nothing like that. Just needed to get out for a bit.
[It has nothing to do with post-mission issues, at least. Eggsy has other thoughts that are plaguing him, or one thought anyway. Which has everything to do with a man getting shot in the front of a church. He's been grieving for a while now, and he gets the feeling that everyone else is sick of hearing about it.
But he never got closure, his last conversation with Harry had been an argument, and Eggsy doesn't know how to stop that from eating away at him. His shifts to gaze out the window as his house rolls up.]
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because if he's hurting, it's more than just her civic duty as a coworker to intervene before his liver gave out. )
Do we need to worry about waking your mother and sister? ( roxy asks idly after a neat park job, killing the engine and unbuckling her seatbelt. )
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He smacks his own face a few times to that end, and if nothing else it makes him slightly more alert. He doesn't want his mum waking up and seeing him like this. It would bring forth too many bad memories for her, from back when he'd been regularly using drugs and making an absolute arse of himself.]
If we can get to my room, we should be fine after that. [Not that he expects Roxy to stay over, although he also wouldn't really mind if she did. He could set out some blankets on the floor for himself.
He eyes the front door of the house, his house, and smiles to himself. It's a good reminder that as crap as he feels at the moment, he's done a few things right.]
sorry for the delay, i was moving!
considering these days they were pretty much expected to pick locks underwater with hostile enemies shooting into the water around them in order to be a kingsman, it isn't that hard to sneak into a house unnoticed. once eggsy opens the door, jb scitters across the hardwood all nails and lolling tongue, and roxy stoops to pick him up and scratch under his chin to preemptively silence any mad, excitable barking. even with her arms full of lapdog, she's primed to catch him if he slips on the stairs they carefully ascend. it's not silent but there's no screaming child or worried mother peering out of her bedroom by the time they reach the second floor and the row of doors. )
I'm not going to bathe you, ( roxy sees fit to make a point of once they're inside eggsy's orderly — almost untouched, just like hers really; who had time to make a mess in a bedroom they rarely even slept in — room, gently depositing jb on the floor, though he hops right up on the bed. ) But if you want to shower, I'll go make some tea while you do.
( even bone weary, she's lighter on her feet than he is right now, and is going to descend the slightly creaking stairs again to at least fetch a cup for water, maybe rummage around for some advil. )
no worries!! i hope it went smoothly
Once they make it into his room, Eggsy closes the door tight behind him and then lets out a heavy sigh as he leans back against it. They made it, he can hide his shame from his family and maybe take this as a lesson to not get this pissed in the middle of the night when he has to go home.
Being bathed by even a close friend would be fucking humiliating, so it's for the best that Roxy doesn't offer that. Tea, though, tea sounds incredible right about now and Eggsy lifts his head to give Roxy a weary, drunken look, grateful beyond belief.]
Have I told you lately that you're the best friend anyone could ask for? Because you are.
[He may have said that earlier, in the car. He doesn't remember. If he did, it bears repeating, and so without much thought he shrugs out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor, and tosses his hat on his dresser.]
I'll be back. [He turns himself around to carefully open the door again and then slinks out to cross the hall to the washroom.]
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. )