Under so much construction

WELL, SHE’S NOT going to say no to  an opportunity to see that. with a grin, she  moves away, giving him space.

Oh, she actually wants to see it, then? “Okay,” Eggsy prided himself on being athletic as fuck, so performing a flip was no problem whatsoever.

        “Clear some space, yeah?”

Once sufficient space was cleared he followed through, flipping backwards instead of forwards as, well, he couldn’t resist showing off a little.

Once back on his feet Eggsy smirked, extending his arms to the side as if to present himself;

DESPITE HIS ASSURANCE, jane moves  forward to inspect him, and make sure he’s  really okay. she feels like a monster, really; hates hurting people.

“M’sure.” Insists Eggsy, smile still present. “S’gonna take a lot more’an that to incapacitate me.” He’s teasing, of course, as it’s apparent that stunning him--even hitting him--wasn’t her intention.

     Jefferson gazed at him for a moment, raising an      eyebrow. She understood that they came from the      same organization, but she didn’t exactly feel like      sharing all of the tech that the Fathers had stored.

                  “Maybe another time, Brit.”

     She gave him a rough pat on the back as they moved      passed the wall into the hallways of the American HQ.

“No’ really.” As in, at all. Lacing his fingers together, Eggsy placed his hands behind his head and lolled back against his palms.

“Figured I’d have to s’cuse myself to the restroom and take a couple detours on the way to fig’ur out tha layout.”

Which wouldn’t be terrible, just potentially dangerous.

“OH MY GOD, I’m sorry!”

It was an accident, of course it was — she’d never do something like that on  purpose. 

             —Unless she was really pissed off, but in that               case, she wouldn’t have missed her target.

“Yeah, m’awright.” He assured, flashing a quick little smile, like the quirk of his lips will mollify her and keep her from feeling bad.

A joke came to mind-- something about how incessant masturbation ruined his eyesight enough, but that wasn’t gentlemanly. He was working on becoming more of someone Harry could truly be proud of--reigning in inappropriate jokes was something he was still having trouble with.

         “I’ll keep that in mind.” Giving the little weapon a twist, he inspected it a moment longer before stuffing it into his pocket.

“How’s’is one work, then?” Lifting it to eye-level, he twisted it to look all over, seeking the same sort of button, though he kept his hold around it light so as not to accidentally press anything.