[ by the time harry needs to check the food, eggsy pulls away content that his gratitude has been conveyed. well, at least as much as it can be when he owes harry so much. he cards a hand through his unstyled hair, further dishevelling it. beyond throwing on clothes, he made little effort to be presentable or even properly awake. it’s christmas, after all.
with that, he does as he’s told, settling in at the table. ]
[ through a yawn — ] You know I’ll eat anything.
[ he absolutely would and does, even the weird shit in the olympian food stalls that he’s pretty sure came from a fantasy animal. buuut he’s partial to a traditional english breakfast, in which he tolerates the eggs sunny side up (for protein). ]
no subject
with that, he does as he’s told, settling in at the table. ]
[ through a yawn — ] You know I’ll eat anything.
[ he absolutely would and does, even the weird shit in the olympian food stalls that he’s pretty sure came from a fantasy animal. buuut he’s partial to a traditional english breakfast, in which he tolerates the eggs sunny side up (for protein). ]