[ another laugh, though he cuts this one short. he can't vocalise it, but he remains grateful for james' approach to this conversation — to all the moments where he suspected something, even if he didn't know what. the space allows eggsy time to choose again and again. is it any wonder that he chooses james? james who died and then almost died once more, who could return to stasis without warning, who saw him utterly wrecked within days of meeting him).
a part of him considers saying something stupid and leaving it at that. i prefer jack bauer, bruv. ]
Yeah, well — [ he hesitates because his next words are everything, even if he couches them in jokes and pop culture references. just a little more. his expression shifts, a touch sheepish. ] — might be that I've got a higher clearance level than him.
[ despite the nerves, he watches closely for any tell of alarm written in james' face. ]
[ he can tell they're getting closer, by the way eggsy's laugh is cut off. by the tension that doesn't quite leave the air. james can be patient, if he needs to be. especially with friends. especially with friends with secrets.
the fact that a 12 year old james could figure out one of his best friends was a werewolf and he's not 100% sure what eggsy is kind of bugs him a little bit, but he'll deal with that later, choosing instead to wait - standing with that distance still between them - as eggsy pushes himself to words. as eggsy hesitates, and then smiles, and james just. watches him, that unsure smile of his own still lingering.
higher clearance. alright. james just needs a second or two to process, to decide that that was enough of an answer for him, before he lets out a breath and just sort of shrugs. ]
Sure. [ because you know what. why the fuck not. ] That makes the most sense, honestly.
[ he makes a startled noise, not quite a laugh or sigh. that makes the most sense. as if, james, but eggsy likes the sound of it. the response conveys an easy acceptance, far greater than he expected. suddenly, relief floods him, making him relax even in this serious space.
after a long moment, he musters a reply. it's meant to be teasing, really, but it's too fond. ]
[ eggsy' startled noise makes james grin, finally moving to close the gap between them so he can get a closer look at the gun, actually fairly curious about the way it looks, the way it all is supposed to come together. no magic, he gets that, but?
and it's about then that eggsy musters up his response and james snorts, reaching out to set a hand on eggsy's shoulder. ]
Mate, you're fucking suave, of course you're a spy. It's the only thing that makes sense. [ he gives eggsy's shoulder a squeeze, his smile bright, before he finally drops his hand. ] So you going to teach me how to use this thing or what?
[ james' reassurance makes him smile stupidly wide, dropping his chin in disbelief over the easy acceptance. he didn't think he would have friends like this, not after signing his life away to kingsman.
he holds the gun out to james, letting it hand on his finger by the trigger, pointed downward at the empty space between them. ]
Yeah, yeah, watch the safety — [ he points to indicate it. ] — try not to swoon.
[ because they're gonna do the thing: the let-me-show-you-how-to-swing kind of thing. ]
[ james would have leaned forward to bump eggsy's shoulder if it weren't for the gun between them. he's never held one, never really been this close to one, but he knows enough about them to know that unnecessary movement is dangerous, and he'd be lying if he didn't feel the slightest amount of nervous tension in his gut. ]
I'll do my best, but you're not making it easy. [ said with only the slightest amount of those nerves coming through as he reaches for the weapon, being sure to watch the 'safety', whatever that's supposed to be.
he turns to face the target, though. makes sure not to point it at eggsy at any point. is he going to have to wait until eggsy comes to stand behind him and wrap his arms around him???? show him how to shoot the gun?????? because then he might actually swoon. ]
It ain't like a wand or whatever, y'know? [ he smooths his hands over james' shoulders, adjusting the angle of his stance. ]
Guns are only for one thing. [ and even though he's a spy, he doesn't say what that thing is aloud, for fear of flashes of harry in the church or his memories of firing through valentine's base. anyway. ] And this one, especially, is for doing that thing well, so you don't point it at anything that you aren't willing to shoot, ya get me? And you don't go near the trigger until you want to shoot.
[ it's all worth saying, even if james is already acting with caution. eggsy moves to adjust james' grip on the pistol, ensuring his friend's hands are placed correctly with slight adjustments. his hands are calloused from target practice. ] Relax your grip a little. Too tight and it'll hurt. [ obviously that warrants a wink. idiot. ] Same goes for your knees. Don't lock 'em. [ he gives james a once over. ] Align the sights here — [ a light tap of the sights on top of the barrel of the gun. ] — with the target. Slide the safety off here, at the back. [ he hovers a finger over it. ] It's a failsafe to prevent firing, so not helpful when you actually want to shoot.
[ with that, he steps aside. ] Any questions, mate?
Yeah, I got that much. [ but he will move with eggsy's guidance, shifting his stance, grip, arms, and feet if given any kind of indication to do so. he's very much aware of the weight - both physical and otherwise - of what he has in his hands, so eggsy will have to forgive him if he's suddenly a bit more somber with it all.
so instead of cracking too many jokes, he'll nod and focus on the task at hand, snorting only a little bit at eggsy's joke. ] So- knees and grip and point it at whatever you want to shoot and only that? [ he glances over, one brow arched, in a mixture of yes i got it, it's not that hard and honest checking to make sure he's correct, before he turns back to the target. ]
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james who died and then almost died once more, who could return to stasis without warning, who saw him utterly wrecked within days of meeting him).
a part of him considers saying something stupid and leaving it at that. i prefer jack bauer, bruv. ]
Yeah, well — [ he hesitates because his next words are everything, even if he couches them in jokes and pop culture references. just a little more. his expression shifts, a touch sheepish. ] — might be that I've got a higher clearance level than him.
[ despite the nerves, he watches closely for any tell of alarm written in james' face. ]
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the fact that a 12 year old james could figure out one of his best friends was a werewolf and he's not 100% sure what eggsy is kind of bugs him a little bit, but he'll deal with that later, choosing instead to wait - standing with that distance still between them - as eggsy pushes himself to words. as eggsy hesitates, and then smiles, and james just. watches him, that unsure smile of his own still lingering.
higher clearance. alright. james just needs a second or two to process, to decide that that was enough of an answer for him, before he lets out a breath and just sort of shrugs. ]
Sure. [ because you know what. why the fuck not. ] That makes the most sense, honestly.
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after a long moment, he musters a reply. it's meant to be teasing, really, but it's too fond. ]
'Cause I'm so suave, yeah?
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and it's about then that eggsy musters up his response and james snorts, reaching out to set a hand on eggsy's shoulder. ]
Mate, you're fucking suave, of course you're a spy. It's the only thing that makes sense. [ he gives eggsy's shoulder a squeeze, his smile bright, before he finally drops his hand. ] So you going to teach me how to use this thing or what?
sorry for the delay!! computer problems etc etc
he holds the gun out to james, letting it hand on his finger by the trigger, pointed downward at the empty space between them. ]
Yeah, yeah, watch the safety — [ he points to indicate it. ] — try not to swoon.
[ because they're gonna do the thing: the let-me-show-you-how-to-swing kind of thing. ]
YOU ARE ALWAYS OKAY BBY
I'll do my best, but you're not making it easy. [ said with only the slightest amount of those nerves coming through as he reaches for the weapon, being sure to watch the 'safety', whatever that's supposed to be.
he turns to face the target, though. makes sure not to point it at eggsy at any point. is he going to have to wait until eggsy comes to stand behind him and wrap his arms around him???? show him how to shoot the gun?????? because then he might actually swoon. ]
♥ keywords tbh
Guns are only for one thing. [ and even though he's a spy, he doesn't say what that thing is aloud, for fear of flashes of harry in the church or his memories of firing through valentine's base. anyway. ] And this one, especially, is for doing that thing well, so you don't point it at anything that you aren't willing to shoot, ya get me? And you don't go near the trigger until you want to shoot.
[ it's all worth saying, even if james is already acting with caution. eggsy moves to adjust james' grip on the pistol, ensuring his friend's hands are placed correctly with slight adjustments. his hands are calloused from target practice. ] Relax your grip a little. Too tight and it'll hurt. [ obviously that warrants a wink. idiot. ] Same goes for your knees. Don't lock 'em. [ he gives james a once over. ] Align the sights here — [ a light tap of the sights on top of the barrel of the gun. ] — with the target. Slide the safety off here, at the back. [ he hovers a finger over it. ] It's a failsafe to prevent firing, so not helpful when you actually want to shoot.
[ with that, he steps aside. ] Any questions, mate?
truer keywords have never been spoken ♥
so instead of cracking too many jokes, he'll nod and focus on the task at hand, snorting only a little bit at eggsy's joke. ] So- knees and grip and point it at whatever you want to shoot and only that? [ he glances over, one brow arched, in a mixture of yes i got it, it's not that hard and honest checking to make sure he's correct, before he turns back to the target. ]
And now I just...pull the trigger?