[ listen, jb absolutely already loves james. he's a sucker for anyone who regularly sees eggsy or spoils him, so congrats bff, you've got a dog in your lap, basking in the attention.
eggsy laughs at james admitting he royally screwed it up, at least. ]
Definitely could have been worse. [ james' words are reassuring, even if eggsy doesn't believe all of them. ] Could've shagged someone from Harrow. [ he manages to stand in the hopes of finding a shirt to throw on 'cause it's too cold to be above the covers and half-dressed. ] But I'm kind of supposed to be better at the whole ball thing, ain't I?
[ like james bond... he remembers talking to thomas, too, admitting aloud that it was his first time at a posh event like that, wondering if he'll ever get used to it. you don't have to, thomas had said. maybe he's right — now that kingsman isn't sending him to save the world at gala's in cambodia and all. ]
[ good, because if there's one thing that james excels at, it's multitasking with one of said tasks involving spoiling dogs. at all times. and jb is absolute a favorite so. ]
Now now, let's not get mad here. [ james is definitely watching eggsy, maybe a little too closely - for him standing, for any signs of bad reactions to the potions, for something else entirely - before he gives an easy shrug and fully relaxes back in the chair. ]
And I dunno- that almost seems a bit like one of those things where you're not supposed to ever really get good. The second you're comfortable, you've already lost, etc etc etc. [ he waves one of his hands around, mostly just accenting his point. ]
Don't get me wrong, I like a fancy get-up and a party as much as any bloke but shite like this? The only people good at it are the ones you don't want to be.
[ eggsy notices the weight of a gaze on him, but he doesn't think anything of it. it's james. there's not much else to it. as soon as he finds a jumper, he chucks it on and turns back around, expression neutral. ]
Yeah, [ begrudgingly mollified, that. ] I guess you're right. [ like always!! how does james potter do it? ] This shit is, like, actually helping. [ the """potion""". his head doesn't feel as heavy, and his limbs have a solidity to them, unlike the wobbly hangover legs he had moments ago. ] What'd you put in it? Virgin blood?
[ joking but also he definitely still doesn't understand magic, let alone potions. ]
[ the eyes will only linger for a second or two, before jb officially decides he's not paying enough attention where it matters and shifts around a bit. eggsy's begruding acceptance though makes him grin. ]
I'm always right, bruv. [ because now that eggsy isn't actively dying, james can take a jab at him. and then james just snorts, shaking his head. ]
No blood, that's all for dark magic, usually. Some roots, some magics, some hairs, toe of a newt, etc etc etc. [ not important, obviously. ] Wyver actually had some impressive potions materials, so I stocked up. Again- it's not perfect. I'm no potions genius. [ cue a stank face, considering his associations with the class. ] But this bit I use often enough to have memorized.
[ the use of bruv makes him roll his eyes. he looks vaguely amused, even though the mention of dark magic makes his stomach flip. best to focus on the fact that james potter is such a lad, he has a hangover potion memorised. bless him. ]
Yeah, Wyver was proper fantasy shit. [ especially compared to Olympia. ] Kinda miss it. [ well, he misses the roughness, not necessarily the magic. ] Did you get tapped for one of those pact things while you were there?
[ it's something he'd been meaning to ask james about before now, as the authority on magic, but there hadn't been time. ]
[ he uses it enough himself, he might as well. if he was smart, he'd have the ingredients tattooed on his body. but thankfully it hasn't yet come to that. ]
In too many ways, as far as I'm concerned. [ james likes olympia, for a variety of reasons, though most of them have to do with the people. but james is also just a city boy, he likes the infrastructure, so. ]
Nah, didn't stumble across it. Heard some stories about what got up out there. Did you?
[ and then jb gets comfortable, settling in james' lap and easing in for a nap. james scratches at his back for a bit before settling in for the long haul - sleeping dog? james lives here now. ]
[ there's no city like london, eggsy had thought. and still thinks, really, but now that he patrols the noble district with the guard, he gets the feeling there are the same divisions in play here as there were at home.
posh fuckers who don't give a shit about people like him.
'course he doesn't think about that now. he just smiles at the way jb settles in with james and remembers again how glad he is that his mum raised him right: he would never have shot the dog. ]
Yeah. [ he clears his throat as he slots his eyes on james, a pointed look on his face, like he knows he's basically a parody of himself at this point. ] With Henry. It's some weird shit, mate.
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eggsy laughs at james admitting he royally screwed it up, at least. ]
Definitely could have been worse. [ james' words are reassuring, even if eggsy doesn't believe all of them. ] Could've shagged someone from Harrow. [ he manages to stand in the hopes of finding a shirt to throw on 'cause it's too cold to be above the covers and half-dressed. ] But I'm kind of supposed to be better at the whole ball thing, ain't I?
[ like james bond... he remembers talking to thomas, too, admitting aloud that it was his first time at a posh event like that, wondering if he'll ever get used to it. you don't have to, thomas had said. maybe he's right — now that kingsman isn't sending him to save the world at gala's in cambodia and all. ]
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Now now, let's not get mad here. [ james is definitely watching eggsy, maybe a little too closely - for him standing, for any signs of bad reactions to the potions, for something else entirely - before he gives an easy shrug and fully relaxes back in the chair. ]
And I dunno- that almost seems a bit like one of those things where you're not supposed to ever really get good. The second you're comfortable, you've already lost, etc etc etc. [ he waves one of his hands around, mostly just accenting his point. ]
Don't get me wrong, I like a fancy get-up and a party as much as any bloke but shite like this? The only people good at it are the ones you don't want to be.
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Yeah, [ begrudgingly mollified, that. ] I guess you're right. [ like always!! how does james potter do it? ] This shit is, like, actually helping. [ the """potion""". his head doesn't feel as heavy, and his limbs have a solidity to them, unlike the wobbly hangover legs he had moments ago. ] What'd you put in it? Virgin blood?
[ joking but also he definitely still doesn't understand magic, let alone potions. ]
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I'm always right, bruv. [ because now that eggsy isn't actively dying, james can take a jab at him. and then james just snorts, shaking his head. ]
No blood, that's all for dark magic, usually. Some roots, some magics, some hairs, toe of a newt, etc etc etc. [ not important, obviously. ] Wyver actually had some impressive potions materials, so I stocked up. Again- it's not perfect. I'm no potions genius. [ cue a stank face, considering his associations with the class. ] But this bit I use often enough to have memorized.
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Yeah, Wyver was proper fantasy shit. [ especially compared to Olympia. ] Kinda miss it. [ well, he misses the roughness, not necessarily the magic. ] Did you get tapped for one of those pact things while you were there?
[ it's something he'd been meaning to ask james about before now, as the authority on magic, but there hadn't been time. ]
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In too many ways, as far as I'm concerned. [ james likes olympia, for a variety of reasons, though most of them have to do with the people. but james is also just a city boy, he likes the infrastructure, so. ]
Nah, didn't stumble across it. Heard some stories about what got up out there. Did you?
[ and then jb gets comfortable, settling in james' lap and easing in for a nap. james scratches at his back for a bit before settling in for the long haul - sleeping dog? james lives here now. ]
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posh fuckers who don't give a shit about people like him.
'course he doesn't think about that now. he just smiles at the way jb settles in with james and remembers again how glad he is that his mum raised him right: he would never have shot the dog. ]
Yeah. [ he clears his throat as he slots his eyes on james, a pointed look on his face, like he knows he's basically a parody of himself at this point. ] With Henry. It's some weird shit, mate.