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sugary shit

[ the equivalent of coke... ]

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sounds sweet

[ badum tish. ]

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oh stop it, you flirt

[ they're both sooooo funny gosh. ]

yours or mine?

[ for once, the doors to eggsy's home are open 'cause he and harry hid all the spy shit to decorate for christmas. ]

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no

[ can't stop won't stop ]

yours
tomorrow?

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perfect
hope you like dogs :)

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what's a dog and can i eat it?

[ don't worry, she's kidding ]

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[ oh my god??? wheezes ]

wouldn't try it
jb's a fearsome thing

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i'll keep that in mind
worst case i'll just hide behind you like some damsel in distress

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and i won't let anything happen to you love

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careful, i might swoon

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there's a first time for everything

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even me swooning? i doubt it

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weeeeell anything's possible at the end of the world

[ a beat. ]

except that

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and don't forget it

action.

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[ it's boxing day, which means it's basically still christmas, so eggsy is home in the closest thing to pj's as possible when he's invited people over: an ugly christmas jumper with an E on it and black slacks. no attempt has been made to style his hair whatsoever, but it looks halfway decent all the same. he answers the door with jb trotting after him. the little guy knows to sit rather than shoot outside — at least since he catapulted into the snow the other day.

at the sight of dutch, he steps forward to hug her. it's the day after christmas, y'know. ]

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[ he pulls her into a hug and dutch doesn't tense up, but she's -- surprised. this is more affectionate than sexual and that's odd, especially for her. she's not complaining, but -- it's still odd, is all. ]

Missed me that much?

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[ it's over quick enough, as if the action is simple and routine. ]

Don't tell me that surprises you. [ waving her in. ] Dutch, this is JB. [ a pointed look down at his little dog. ] JB, don't be a shit.

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[ what kind of person routinely hugs people??? (dutch is reminded of johnny, in that moment.) ]

'course not.

[ so that's a yes. ]

Hello, dog. [ to jb. ]

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[ dutch... omg... eggsy lets out a short laugh,

he leads the way through to the kitchen, jb trotting along after him, and fixes two glasses for them. ]

We can try each of our presents.

[ since they shared an alcoholic gift theme. ]

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Sounds like a plan.

[ sounds like possible alcohol poisoning too, but dutch's liver is strong and well-practiced. ]

You like the whole Christmas thing?

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[ briefly, he thinks of all the shitty memories associated with christmas. losing his dad, altercations with dean, seeing his mum heartbroken. none of that shows when he says — ]

Yeah. It’s an excuse to skive off and be with your family or mates.

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[ in a way, this is nice for dutch: it's a celebration that khlyen hasn't managed to ruin for her. it's something she has absolutely no negative associations with or memories of.

she could come to like christmas. ]

Sounds fun.

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[ he hands her a tumbler of whisky (from her gift to him). ]

No earth holidays in space, then?

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Half the planets of the J have their own traditions and holidays.

[ dutch accepts the tumbler with a pleased grin, lifting it to her nose to breathe it in before holding the glass out. no toast, but clinking of glasses works for her. ]

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Guess that makes sense.

[ he follows suit, and he doesn’t even water it down (this time). ]

You know any good traditions from the J?