[ 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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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.