[ it's been a year since eggsy has seen him (a year spent in fantasyland, spying for shadowy organisations and parrying all manner of magical creatures). charlie looks different, superficially, but there's a smugness that eggsy recognises immediately. that, and his stupid belt. last eggsy saw of him was his twitching body on the floor of valentine's lair. perhaps a tiny part of him felt guilty for killing his former fellow recruit, but that part is drowned out by the way charlie says eggy.
fucking wanker.
eggsy scowl says it all, only deepening as charlie goes on. i'm not interested in fighting you. no, just provoking him, like always. admittedly, the tinny quality of charlie's voice throws eggsy off, but a sharper glance brings the metal at charlie's throat into focus. eggsy registers the significance of his missing arm belatedly, too. did I do that?
jesus christ, he looks like he belongs in this sci-fi death-trap. ]
Ain't interested in wasting time on you, either. [ he pockets his phone and curls his hands around the edge of the counter, preparing to vault forward, if need be. ] Since when are you up?
[ no one new has awoken in months. after all this time, he gets charlie? ]
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fucking wanker.
eggsy scowl says it all, only deepening as charlie goes on. i'm not interested in fighting you. no, just provoking him, like always. admittedly, the tinny quality of charlie's voice throws eggsy off, but a sharper glance brings the metal at charlie's throat into focus. eggsy registers the significance of his missing arm belatedly, too. did I do that?
jesus christ, he looks like he belongs in this sci-fi death-trap. ]
Ain't interested in wasting time on you, either. [ he pockets his phone and curls his hands around the edge of the counter, preparing to vault forward, if need be. ] Since when are you up?
[ no one new has awoken in months. after all this time, he gets charlie? ]