[ Of course Eggsy remembers Johanna yelling at him. Honestly, she came off like she was actually bonkers, but what does he know? Everyone here sounds like they lost the fucking plot somewhere. But they're treating him the same, like he's the one that's mental. After a few days, he's sure as hell starting to feel like he is. And he hasn't even told them about Kingsman, because he doesn't tell people. Just his regular life stuff is met with scorn and derision and medication.
He tucks his meds up in his cheek well enough to pass that check they do where they look in your mouth and spits them out in the loo, but it's an imperfect solution. After the first day, he keeps to the rules as best he can, because there's no way to escape if he's tied to a bed or some other nonsense.
Eggsy's own clothes, also sweats and a t-shirt, leave less to the imagination about how fit he is than he likes. He likes people underestimating him, and that's a bit harder in a too-tight shirt. He at least has an oversized black hoodie for the time being. He's miffed because he prides himself on style, but no one gets style in a place like this.
Johanna comes and sits close enough that he can almost feel her body heat. ]
You know there's a whole other side of the couch, yeah?
(Johanna turns sideways like one side of a parentheses. One arm up on the back of the couch and bent to hover ever so slightly near Eggsy's ear.)
I'm not stupid, of course I know that. Do you think I'm stupid? You think I'm stupid!
(That's when she moves to put her finger in his ear.
Johanna doesn't know how to process feelings. There's something about this boy that makes her attracted to him. She doesn't know if it's physical or something else. Maybe he knows about the Hunger Games. It couldn't just be that he's cute. Johanna doesn't like cute.
No I fuckin' don't, it was mostly rhetorical. Christ.
[ His reaction time is good, though, and he just manages to dodge her incoming finger. ]
Come on, what the fuck? You can't possibly be as looney as you let them think you are.
[ There's something about her that he really thinks isn't. She's cute, even with her terribly primary school flirting. But she's also sharp; he's seen the way she looks at things, thinking about them. He's sharp, too, or he wouldn't notice. ]
No, I'm not looney. (Her voice drops to a whisper.) My plan of attack has always been 'make them think you're weak,' but I feel like I can tell you that. Because I also believe in alliances. You are probably smarter than you look. You wanna break out of here?
(She licks her incisor and waggles her eyebrows.) Cute accent, by the way. Are you from the Capitol?
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He tucks his meds up in his cheek well enough to pass that check they do where they look in your mouth and spits them out in the loo, but it's an imperfect solution. After the first day, he keeps to the rules as best he can, because there's no way to escape if he's tied to a bed or some other nonsense.
Eggsy's own clothes, also sweats and a t-shirt, leave less to the imagination about how fit he is than he likes. He likes people underestimating him, and that's a bit harder in a too-tight shirt. He at least has an oversized black hoodie for the time being. He's miffed because he prides himself on style, but no one gets style in a place like this.
Johanna comes and sits close enough that he can almost feel her body heat. ]
You know there's a whole other side of the couch, yeah?
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I'm not stupid, of course I know that. Do you think I'm stupid? You think I'm stupid!
(That's when she moves to put her finger in his ear.
Johanna doesn't know how to process feelings. There's something about this boy that makes her attracted to him. She doesn't know if it's physical or something else. Maybe he knows about the Hunger Games. It couldn't just be that he's cute. Johanna doesn't like cute.
(It's because he's cute).)
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[ His reaction time is good, though, and he just manages to dodge her incoming finger. ]
Come on, what the fuck? You can't possibly be as looney as you let them think you are.
[ There's something about her that he really thinks isn't. She's cute, even with her terribly primary school flirting. But she's also sharp; he's seen the way she looks at things, thinking about them. He's sharp, too, or he wouldn't notice. ]
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(She licks her incisor and waggles her eyebrows.) Cute accent, by the way. Are you from the Capitol?