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fracticns:

This agent was judging him, or at least picking up on every difference between the two of them. He could feel it as she watched him. “My pick?” He didn’t even know what the restaurants were. “Well, what are the choices? What kind of food do they serve? Any fried chicken?” He asked nonchalantly. 

     A laugh escapes her, followed by a quick roll of her eyes,   “ Yes, most of them ‘ave fried chicken. There’s a good place just down the road that’s got some great burgers, too. ”   Schnapps takes a look at the time before shrugging,   “ I’ll take ya. I don’t needta be in a meetin’ until later. Come on, Brit, follow me, ”   And with that she walks towards the garage, tucking her hands into her pockets.

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fracticns:

“Agent Galahad.” He nodded. “Nice hat.” A small smile pulled at the edge of his lips. He couldn’t imagine wearing anything like that, but honestly before he had become a Kingsman he‘d never thought he’d be wearing suits around either. “Good, I wasn’t too thrilled about that.” He stated. “So — what’s good to eat? I’ve traveled a long way and I’m starving.”

     She knew that the two divisions had their difference and one of them was mainly the attire. Kingsman wore nice suits with loafers and carried umbrellas. And then there was the Statesman who dressed like the old cowboys of the west. They were like polar opposites who should never meet, until now.   “ There’s some good places if you go into town or you can eat here. You’re pick, Brit. ”

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fracticns:

Stopping in his tracks, Eggsy gave a glance to the woman who’d just spoken to him. “And you must be a Statesman.” He concluded. His eyes followed her as she pushed up from the wall. “He’s one of ours.” Harry. God, he missed Harry so much. Clearing his throat, he stood up straight. “You gonna tie me up like your mate Tequila did?”

     “ You would be correct. Agent Schnapps, ”   the woman greets, tipping her hat slightly in greeting to the man in front of her. Every one of the Statesman knew about the man with the butterflies but no one really knew WHERE he came from. But that all changed when the lads in suits came barging down their doors. A laugh escapes her, lips upturning to a smile.   “ Heh, ‘fraid not. We’ve been givin’ a strict NO TYING UP order. ”

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ghosttequila:

                                  he’s not in the best mood to be ( DEALING ) with schnapps right now but it’s not like he has the option right now.  so he pretends that the question ( one that he’s gotten in some form or another every time he speaks with one of his comrades ) doesn’t bother him and gives a light laugh. “ less of a hothead, du’know we’ll have to test that. ” there’s no point in STAYING MAD ——– bo tries to move on as quickly as he can from things ( tries, whether he succeeds or not is debatable ). 

     “ i’ll think of a way to do that, ”   she assures him with a slight smirk to her lips, mind alright SWIMMING with ideas and curiosity of how she could possibly get a rise from tequila. it shouldn’t be hard if his hot-headedness still stuck around. despite their teasing back and forth, schnapps suddenly goes serious.   “ are you doing okay after everything? ”

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     “ you must be one of those KINGSMAN fellas, ”   schnapps speaks from her spot against the wall. her back is pressed to it and her hat hangs low against her brow, shielding half of her face. they hadn’t let her in the room when they had the meeting but she’d heard through the walls, and the grape vine, who their newest guests were. slowly she pushes off the wall and moves to stand in front of him, lifting her gaze.   “ that fella in the padded room, he one of yours? ”

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hit that heart, for a STARTER !!

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hit that heart, for a STARTER !!

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     they were having their usual meeting, sitting at the table and talking to one another. schnapps decided to take up her place against the wall with arms folded across her chest. glasses hung low on her nose and jaw was clenched. she didn’t really like to get incolved in the conversations and simply kept to herself. she was here to go on missions, keep the peace, and do it again. so, when the meeting is done, she pulls the glasses off her face and tucks them in her pocket. schnapps is about to slip out of the room before she notices who’s watching her. slowly she turns and glares,   “ you need something? ”

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     she climbs out of her truck with ease, landing without a sound on the floor of the garage. it had been a successful mission that schnapps had managed to get through with ease. hopefully the debrief would be a breeze and she could get on with another one. but as she headed towards the office, something stopped her.   “ cherry, ”   the woman greets to the blonde in front of her, arms folding across her chest,   “ is there something you needed? ”

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     she’d just returned from her latest mission out in missouri, the dirt of the ozarks still on the shoulders of her jacket. the only reason schnapps hadn’t gone back to her quarters to change was all the news of what had occurred while she’d been away. it all seemed a bit FAR-FETCHED and like something out of a comic book but that was a day in the life of a statesman. it was never normal. as she moves down the hall, eyes catch the sight of a familiar face and all she can offer him is a deadpan expression,   “ heard they had to put ya on ice. hopefully it made you less of a hothead. ”

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