He thinks about making the 'explosives' joke, but it's a little tired. So he thinks that over, and decides on;
"Cookbooks would be nice. Vietnamese if he can get his hands on one. Or maybe training manuals for teachers. What about you? Need a new pair of socks?"
"I dunno. We already had a word, since he flipped his shit over -- when Max showed up on my communicator. He's actually been alright? But I dunno how long that's gonna last."
"He just - demanded to know what the hell was going on, took issue with the
idea I was dating-slash-fucking anybody he keeps getting into fights with
over nothing in particular."
And he lifts an eyebrow meaningfully, because seriously, if that's Mickey's
criteria for 'people his friends aren't allowed to have relationships with'
then his friends don't have many options beyond celibacy.
"The other day, that new fellow, Harry Starks, gave me a curious look and asked if I was used to being so out and about it. I went off on him, told him if he had a problem with it, we could discuss it at length, and that I wouldn't go down as easy as Dean Winchester had."
He says, and heaves a sigh.
"So, he started laughing at me, and told me he was one too."
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"Cookbooks would be nice. Vietnamese if he can get his hands on one. Or maybe training manuals for teachers. What about you? Need a new pair of socks?"
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"Shit, Ricki, I don't know." He sips his tea and shrugs. "I'm easily pleased, me. Bright colours. Shiny things, loud noises."
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He says, just beaming.
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He promises, tenderly.
"A stupid friend can wither something this small before it even begins. But, I think you'll like my Christmas present."
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He sips his tea,
"....I mean stupid like, 'I'm worried he'll say something fucked up and Max'll take it bad or I'll hit him'."
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He says, as he pours the tea.
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Backing him up, as he sinks down into a chair.
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"Not much."
Eggsy sits down next to him.
"He just - demanded to know what the hell was going on, took issue with the idea I was dating-slash-fucking anybody he keeps getting into fights with over nothing in particular."
And he lifts an eyebrow meaningfully, because seriously, if that's Mickey's criteria for 'people his friends aren't allowed to have relationships with' then his friends don't have many options beyond celibacy.
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Is Ricki's philosophical verdict.
"I hope he smartens up, because it'd be a sad thing to lose you over."
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He wants it to be.
"Anyone ever give you and Omar any shit over...?"
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He says, and heaves a sigh.
"So, he started laughing at me, and told me he was one too."
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"Yeeeah, there's a reason me an' him don't talk."
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He says, eyebrows up.
"Those two are thick as thieves."
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He is so very much not in favour of flirting from randoms from the Sixties, thank you.
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Says Ricki, giving him a glance over, and a wincing. That'll happen.
"It's a strange wild world, Eggsy."