[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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.
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. ]
The night before something big happens, you go 'round to everyone you got to reckon with and settle scores. Whether you've wronged them or they wronged you, whether they helped you or you helped them.
[ a shrug. ]
So if you die in whatever comes after, you do it with a clean slate.
[ this is not what dutch expected when she came here. she'd been expecting snogging, maybe a quick fuck -- but then, the last time they'd done that, dutch had used eggsy to distract herself from johnny and alvis going back into stasis.
this isn't bad. she still didn't expect it. for a moment, she musters eggsy, eyes sharp. assessing his honesty, deciding how willing she is to share with him based on how willing to share he is, too. her gaze softens at his answer. ]
Yeah.
[ she lifts her glass again. ] I'll drink to that.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[ a beat. ]
except that
no subject
action.
at the sight of dutch, he steps forward to hug her. it's the day after christmas, y'know. ]
no subject
Missed me that much?
no subject
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.
no subject
'course not.
[ so that's a yes. ]
Hello, dog. [ to jb. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
[ sounds like possible alcohol poisoning too, but dutch's liver is strong and well-practiced. ]
You like the whole Christmas thing?
no subject
Yeah. It’s an excuse to skive off and be with your family or mates.
no subject
she could come to like christmas. ]
Sounds fun.
no subject
No earth holidays in space, then?
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
[ he follows suit, and he doesn’t even water it down (this time). ]
You know any good traditions from the J?
no subject
[ her expression tips into something softer. not nostalgic but thoughtful, at least. ] Reckoning night.
no subject
he doesn’t have immediate positive associations for the term reckoning but —]
Well, go on then.
no subject
The night before something big happens, you go 'round to everyone you got to reckon with and settle scores. Whether you've wronged them or they wronged you, whether they helped you or you helped them.
[ a shrug. ]
So if you die in whatever comes after, you do it with a clean slate.
no subject
That's kind of intense. [ he sips at his drink. ] You feel like you've got a clean slate, then?
no subject
Not even close.
no subject
Loaded question, I guess.
no subject
[ she holds her glass out for a refill. if they're talking about stuff like this, she wants to be more drunk than she is. ]
Do you?
no subject
at her question, eggsy thinks of his father, his family, and harry hart. ]
No. [ there's a list of things he needs to do — that he intends to do. ] It's a work in progress.
[ maybe that's how it is for everyone. ]
no subject
this isn't bad. she still didn't expect it. for a moment, she musters eggsy, eyes sharp. assessing his honesty, deciding how willing she is to share with him based on how willing to share he is, too. her gaze softens at his answer. ]
Yeah.
[ she lifts her glass again. ] I'll drink to that.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
DID YOU EVEN SLEEP
LISTEN IM JETLAGGED 4AM IS THE NEW 8AM
ok fine
""''stop talking""" i'm laughing
she's a mess
(no subject)
(no subject)