So this was officially the strangest place Eggsy had woken up, and he had woken up some interesting places before. He was wary of the video that had been played for him when he woke up, but having just put down Valentine it wasn't the craziest thing he had heard either. At the least what the video was saying seemed to be partially true. If he was on Earth, it was in a place he had never even heard of. At least he had his suit and his glasses, though they weren't reading out any information like he was used to, and his umbrella. His outfit wasn't really made without his umbrella.
He was walking along, observing as he had been taught, making the mental notes he would later feed back to Merlin, if he ever got back in contact with Merlin that is. He thought he was being a proper gentleman, not calling attention to himself, blending and mixing, certainly one of the duller peacocks in the crowd by the looks of things. He swung the umbrella, whistling to himself, doing his best to figure out what the hell was happening. ]
Bar
Umbrella tucked against the booth on the outside within easy reach. Check. Legs carefully crossed like a proper gentleman, not out and open. If he had been in his street gear he would have, but he was in his suit and he just knew the tailor would make him bleed from one hundred different places if he ever found out. And he didn't want that. Blood was terrible to get out of clothing, he had found out. Glasses up and on, and the perfect pour of Guiness in front of him. For a moment he felt a pang for Harry, and he carefully raised the glass just slightly in an empty salute before sipping.
That done, he folded his hands in his lap, doing his best not to nervously play with the signet ring on his pink as he glanced around the bar, taking in the flittering habits of life, trying to discern how he fit into it, or his purpose in it. ]
Garry "Eggsy" Unwin | Kingsman: The Secret Service | Tags or Prose
So this was officially the strangest place Eggsy had woken up, and he had woken up some interesting places before. He was wary of the video that had been played for him when he woke up, but having just put down Valentine it wasn't the craziest thing he had heard either. At the least what the video was saying seemed to be partially true. If he was on Earth, it was in a place he had never even heard of. At least he had his suit and his glasses, though they weren't reading out any information like he was used to, and his umbrella. His outfit wasn't really made without his umbrella.
He was walking along, observing as he had been taught, making the mental notes he would later feed back to Merlin, if he ever got back in contact with Merlin that is. He thought he was being a proper gentleman, not calling attention to himself, blending and mixing, certainly one of the duller peacocks in the crowd by the looks of things. He swung the umbrella, whistling to himself, doing his best to figure out what the hell was happening. ]
Bar
Umbrella tucked against the booth on the outside within easy reach. Check. Legs carefully crossed like a proper gentleman, not out and open. If he had been in his street gear he would have, but he was in his suit and he just knew the tailor would make him bleed from one hundred different places if he ever found out. And he didn't want that. Blood was terrible to get out of clothing, he had found out. Glasses up and on, and the perfect pour of Guiness in front of him. For a moment he felt a pang for Harry, and he carefully raised the glass just slightly in an empty salute before sipping.
That done, he folded his hands in his lap, doing his best not to nervously play with the signet ring on his pink as he glanced around the bar, taking in the flittering habits of life, trying to discern how he fit into it, or his purpose in it. ]