[ he does the math. of course he does. and exhales, too many questions coming to mind to vocalise any single curiosity. eggsy almost makes a joke, then, about thomas' age being higher than his upper limits on tinder and grinder, but then he'd have to explain grinder... and he doubts thomas would appreciate an overly light tough to this sensitive matter. not that eggsy has any idea how he should feel about this, or even how he actually feels. ]
Fucking hell. [ ah, that's probably not appreciated either. ] You look bloody fantastic for your age, guv. [ but. ] How do you look — how do look like you do?
[ even as he asks, he considers answers. magic. fucking magic. ]
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Fucking hell. [ ah, that's probably not appreciated either. ] You look bloody fantastic for your age, guv. [ but. ] How do you look — how do look like you do?
[ even as he asks, he considers answers. magic. fucking magic. ]