[Eggsy smiles and steps back to let him in. He's showered recently,
and with his jacket off there's a couple of visible defensive bruises on
his forearms, but he's looking chipper enough. He turns and heads back
into the kitchen, where the kettle's just started whistling.]
...Not much under the headlines, to be honest. It's him who mugged
Hornblower but that don't take a genius, does it.
But we should talk about how it's going to work. I thought I might set you up- it's slow-building, like, very gradual. Give you the spoken lecture as it sinks in, and stop when you've gone as far as you can.
[He nods, and if there's a little bit of a straighter set to his shoulders - well, he is nervous about this. Training didn't really cover 'enhanced interrogation technique', if only because the vast majority of them were always destined to be sent home; he supposes there's a limit on how much you can teach some Oxbridge brat you're going to send on their way with nary a by-your-leave.]
Not today. I did just come over here to get the dirt on Solomons- my point is I'm not going to lift my eyebrows too high if he and Omar get going with one another.
[He can't help but be more concerned about Ricki. Given the reception Solomons got from one bloke with his face, he might be slightly less inclined to be friendly with the other one.]
'Round Solomons? I think I'm alright. He knows what it's like in his day, there's bits of it left in mine, so. Gave the impression I wouldn't start a fight or finish one.
[That's all she wrote, folks. He relents after a moment,
shrugs.]
Dunno how peeved he is. When I got into it, he didn't care enough to keep
at him, so -- anyway, if I've got so rusty he can get the drop on me then
I'm basically askin' for it.
[In which case he will get his treatment as inobtrusively as
possible and then not tell Max.]
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talked to him for 5 fucking minutes and he asked me what happens if you cut someone's arms and legs off after you've killed them
actually I'm only assuming after.
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wait, what does happen?
but honestly, do you think people are going to mistake him for me?
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reckon you're safe so long as you don't fancy growing a beard any time soon
max kicked off a bit but he's ok now.
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yeah i'm fine. might need a fuckin rabies jab or something since he spat blood all over me.
solomons, not max.
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alright, kettle's on. bring your posh tea if you don't fancy mine.
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Hello hello.
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Alright.
[Eggsy smiles and steps back to let him in. He's showered recently, and with his jacket off there's a couple of visible defensive bruises on his forearms, but he's looking chipper enough. He turns and heads back into the kitchen, where the kettle's just started whistling.]
...Not much under the headlines, to be honest. It's him who mugged Hornblower but that don't take a genius, does it.
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[And there may be a little violence, but Ricki trusts it will all be therapeutic and contained to the two of them.]
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This the kind of 'love' that's gonna get anyone in the Infirmary?
[So long as 'anyone' is actually Solomons, he's...absolutely fine with that.]
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[So who are they to judge, honestly.]
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[Eggsy blinks several times. Oh, that's why he's round.]
......Yeah. Glass houses, eh.
[He fills a pot with leaves and hot water, then goes rummaging for mugs and milk.]
So, uh, you got any more detail there?
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[A light shrug of his shoulders.]
But we should talk about how it's going to work. I thought I might set you up- it's slow-building, like, very gradual. Give you the spoken lecture as it sinks in, and stop when you've gone as far as you can.
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Okay. That makes sense. Where would we...?
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[He decides, and reaches for his cigarettes.]
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[Makes sense. It's private, and it stays out of Ricki's space.]
I - I'm fine to start whenever you are.
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[He fully expects it.]
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What the two of 'em get into? It's none of my business.
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[Reaching for the milk.]
Anyways, you keep safe now.
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'Round Solomons? I think I'm alright. He knows what it's like in his day, there's bits of it left in mine, so. Gave the impression I wouldn't start a fight or finish one.
[Just drag a friend away from one, now.]
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[Ricki interprets, giving him a slightly shrewd.]
Are you going to be all right?
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[The look Eggsy replies with is perfectly blank.]
Nothin' to not be alright about, Ricki.
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[Max thought it, naturally, and so does Ricki.]
-well, you'll probably wipe the floor with him.
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Yep.
[That's all she wrote, folks. He relents after a moment, shrugs.]
Dunno how peeved he is. When I got into it, he didn't care enough to keep at him, so -- anyway, if I've got so rusty he can get the drop on me then I'm basically askin' for it.
[In which case he will get his treatment as inobtrusively as possible and then not tell Max.]
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