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okay who the hell is greg then

im sorry but benny turland as a teenage eggsy I mean   ...   look at him

restless energy that starts somewhere at his shoulders ,  tension evident ,  working its way through his body   ------------------   evident in the way Eggsy taps his foot lightly against the wooden floor ,  the way he toys with the drawstrings of his hoodie like a cat determined to best a piece of tassle .   this is stupid ,  he wants to say ,  and wants to walk out of this empty pub right now ,  eyes averted .   but Brandon believes in this stuff ,  and Eggsy thought it only polite to go along with it .       silence ,  eventually broken ,  awkward murmurs barely audible beneath scraping of bar stools and conversation from scattered patrons .

care for a cheeky nandos, bruv?

sneggsy

❝      shit ,      ❞        mumbles ,  dizzy as he tries to roll onto his stomach ,  a sudden surge in pain convincing him otherwise .   did someone hit him   ?   did he fall while running away   ?   why was it all a blur   ?  becomes distinctly aware that there's someone else in the room with him ,  and squints at the blurred figure ,  eyes struggling to adjust to the dark .