"May we get what we want, may we get what we need, but may we never get what we deserve." A dry, familiar voice issued from the booth directly behind Eggsy.
If he turned around to look, he would be met by the back of one meticulously cropped head of silver-brown hair. That head would turn to reveal a pair of glasses not unlike Eggsy's own, and the shrewd brown eyes and easy smile settled beneath them.
It was all a little Ghost of Christmas Past, but was there a polite way to reintroduce oneself post-death? Appearing in good health after last rites and without a proper goodbye was rude no matter which way you spun it.
Apologies and explanations were certainly in order, but they could wait a pint or two.
Apologies for all the edits, a gentleman should not phonetag :(
If he turned around to look, he would be met by the back of one meticulously cropped head of silver-brown hair. That head would turn to reveal a pair of glasses not unlike Eggsy's own, and the shrewd brown eyes and easy smile settled beneath them.
It was all a little Ghost of Christmas Past, but was there a polite way to reintroduce oneself post-death? Appearing in good health after last rites and without a proper goodbye was rude no matter which way you spun it.
Apologies and explanations were certainly in order, but they could wait a pint or two.