The Deck, Monday Morning

[myfaireggsy]

Eggsy wasn't a smoker. If he had been, he'd at least have a reasonable excuse to be out on the deck.

Instead he was out in the cold to test his new, totally stylish to blind people, three wolf moon jacket. Thanks, Sparkle. Thanks for enabling this shit.

The testing mostly involved looking annoyed and cursing. Very scientific, that shit.

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[giveherahand]

Mara came outside in her jogging clothing and stopped dead at the vision of whatever the hell that coat was.

"Wooooow," she said, giggling. "That's really something."

[myfaireggsy]

"You're seduced by it," Eggsy said with a decisive nod. "'s the raw animal magnetism."

This is what you decided to date, Mara.

[giveherahand]

Mara laughed harder. "That's exactly it."

A part of her wondered if a coat that ugly would make Darth Vader's mechanized breathing hitch.

She kissed his cheek. "Hi."

[myfaireggsy]

If it did, Eggsy would be so smug. Before his inevitable force strangulation.

"Thought you'd like it."