Eggsy notices the change, the room fitting into their not quite shared idea of what it ought to be. His gaze flicks upwards, around, taking it in. He doesn’t have further definition to add himself, not yet, but it’s not all that weird.
“It’s a game I ain’t caught the hang of yet,” he says. He’s not a gamer anyway, of course. He only ever played shooter games on Xbox, nothing so fancy as VR. Kingsman has some pretty high tech stuff, but tech isn’t his specialty.
“Sick,” he says when he sees Quentin’s suit change. He’s gained quite an appreciation for a well-tailored suit on a man.
He doesn’t get enjoy that for long, though.
He isn’t holding on to much clothing consciously enough to prevent Quentin from influencing how it goes. So one second he’s fully dressed and the next, he’s down to just his knickers.
“Whoa, what the fuck?” he asks, looking back up at Quentin’s face. “Did you do that just by thinkin’ it?”
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“It’s a game I ain’t caught the hang of yet,” he says. He’s not a gamer anyway, of course. He only ever played shooter games on Xbox, nothing so fancy as VR. Kingsman has some pretty high tech stuff, but tech isn’t his specialty.
“Sick,” he says when he sees Quentin’s suit change. He’s gained quite an appreciation for a well-tailored suit on a man.
He doesn’t get enjoy that for long, though.
He isn’t holding on to much clothing consciously enough to prevent Quentin from influencing how it goes. So one second he’s fully dressed and the next, he’s down to just his knickers.
“Whoa, what the fuck?” he asks, looking back up at Quentin’s face. “Did you do that just by thinkin’ it?”