Dec 13, 2017
#GARETH THAT IS FASHION#FASHION I TELL YOU
yeah last century
get with the times, old man
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#GARETH THAT IS FASHION#FASHION I TELL YOU
yeah last century
get with the times, old man
@upstatespirits
@upstatespirits
His neck throbbed before he caught sight of the man.
Danger, his instincts screamed. Traitor!
None of that discomfort showed in his cool glance when he turned to greet the newcomer that strode into the renovated London shop.
“I hope you have not come for a ski suit,” came the quip he could not keep to himself.
@upstatespirits because i fuckin can.
Eggsy had been thinking about the other practically all day, making focusing on any sort of productive work extremely difficult. He knew he’d probably get bollocked for it later, but he found himself quickly abandoning the files and reports he was supposed to be working on in lieu of searching out Whiskey. The younger man was all grins by the time he found him, and was all too quick to stride over and make himself incredibly comfortable in the other man’s lap. “Did y’miss me?” He asked in a playful tone, wiggling his hips a little in what he would adamantly insist was an attempt to get comfortable, not at all to rile the other man up.
@upstatespirits hit the heart.
“You wouldn’t want t’maybe go grab a cuppa or sommat? Gettin’ more than just a little restless here.”
@upstatespirits
Eggsy was wrapped in a towel, steam from the extremely hot water he used for his shower still rolling off of his fair skin as it came in contact with the cooler air outside of the bathroom. The first thing he did was find his phone; if all went according to plan, there would be no reason to get dressed, but it all depended on the answer he received as he called Whiskey and brought the cell to his ear.
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“Whiskey, I have an itch. Could you scratch it for me?”
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“There will be no tornado reenactments in my town, Jack. Put that lasso away.”