For the '50 OTP Things': 42 & 43 for Hartwin (✿ ♥‿♥)
42. Who is the neat freak?Believe it or not, but after years and years in a less than tidy flat, Eggsy’s had enough of dust and dirt. Thus, he makes sure to clean the house he shares now with Harry who (who would have thought) could be unbearably messy at times. Finding Eggsy with a dustcloth in his hand is not so uncommon a sight, and one that Harry secretly enjoys. There is one thing that Eggsy is not so fond of, though: hoovering; and he tries to coax Harry into doing it for him by offering him to undertake the ironing in return.
43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?(Just so you know: I have NO idea about weapons andsuch shooting games, but I tried nevertheless.)
Harry had allowed the Unwin-siblings to drag him along tothat fairground, and he had to admit that it was lovely to see them so fascinatedby all the different stalls selling their goods. He also noticed that Daisy’seyes went huge and round when they passed the shooting gallery where a largewhite unicorn with candyfloss-pink mane and tail was marked at the first prize.He cast a look at the stuffed animal and wondered if he should attempt to winit for Daisy, or if he should give Eggsy the advantage.
“Eggsy,” he said casually. “See that unicorn over there?”
Eggsy turned his head and immediately understood the realquestion Harry was asking. “Oh yes,” he grinned. “Daisy, shall we try our handin shooting that magical horse for you?”
Daisy squealed with delight. “Yes please, Eggsy.”
Harry hid his smirk behind a curious expression as heinspected the man behind the counter. How perfect that Eggsy was spurred on bybrotherly ambition, so he could check the degree of manipulation marring the accuracyof those rifles.
“Well then, would you like to take the first shot?” heoffered and fished out his wallet to slip a bill across the counter.
The stall’s owner even had the indecency to sneer atthem. Ha, little did he know that his customers were two trained and highly skilfulmarksmen. He was in for the high jump.
Eggsy took the already locked and loaded rifle and checkedit once more, which had the owner frown in disapproval, but when his gaze fellon Harry, who was observing his reaction with a cold expression in his usuallywarm brown eyes, he swallowed his protests and stepped back to give Eggsy accessto the colourful little plastic discs.
Grinning triumphantly Eggsy took aim and fired, but, as Harryhad already suspected, he missed. He quickly calculated the degree of riggingand waited for Eggsy’s second shot to confirm his computation.
“Damn it,” Eggsy hissed under his breath. “That weapon’sbeen tempered with.”
“Of course,” Harry confirmed in a murmur.
Daisy looked up at her big brother with somedisappointment in her eyes, but Eggsy tried to reassure her. “Don’t worry, princess,we’ll win this unicorn nonetheless.”
“So sorry to disappoint you,” the other man said, barelyable to contain the glee in his voice. “The unicorn can only be won with fiveflawless shots.”
Eggsy flashed him an angry look, then took aim again. Healready hit the second target, and the rest of the shots were strikes as well. Grimlyhe passed the rifle on to Harry who had already paid the proprietor for a secondround.
“Hang on, I’ll load it for you,” the other man offered,but Harry had already broken the barrel down and held out his hand for theammunition.
“I’ll do it myself, thank you very much.” He smiledsharkily and reached for the cartridges in the stall owner’s hands, and, havingloaded the rifle, broke the barrel up into position again.
“Now, let’s see,” he muttered and adjusted the butt againsthis shoulder as he targeted the red discs hanging at the opposite wall of thestall. All five shots, fired in rapid succession, were direct hits, and Harry straightenedup with a satisfied smile curling his lips, whereas Eggsy and the other manstared at him with their mouths slightly open in awe and shock respectively. Daisy,however, clapped her hands, and her smile could have lit the whole fairgroundas she hugged her champion somewhere around mid-thigh.
Harry patted her soft blond hair and winked at Eggsy, thenhanded the weapon back to its rightful owner.
“I do believe that you owe us that unicorn,” he remarkednonchalantly. He waited until the huge plushie was surrendered to him, and heproudly conveyed it to the happily laughing girl.
“Thank you, Harry, you’re the best!” Daisy exclaimed andcuddled the unicorn that was nearly as big as she was herself.
With a polite nod to the shooting game’s owner, he turnedto Eggsy, holding out his hand to him.“Shall we?”
Eggsy’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “Yes,” he nodded andinterlaced his fingers with Harry’s before stepping up to him and pressing hislips against the taller man’s lips. “Well done, Scaramanga.”
