RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

[midvalley]

NEW OPEN RP POST

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[heelclicked]

[ this is fucking awesome, and really he just--goes with all of it, because this is fucking awesome. He casts the poor bystanders a Look whenever the elevator stops as he continues to kiss Lys, as though to tell them "Sorry, mate. Better catch the next lift up."

And he just continues to enjoy this entire situation until they reach the top floor, and, well, all good things must come to an end, he supposes, especially if to make room for even better things. Honestly, his jaw drops at the sight of the room before he catches himself and his lips purse into a whistle. ]

Very, very nice. Your grandmum must be rich as hell.

[youotterknow]

I'm related to the manager, remember?

[heelclicked]

Right.

[ He might have neglected that detail when she told him because he was too busy being a smart-ass. ]

So... [ And then he shoots her a goofy smile. ] You gonna teach me how to do this room service stuff?

[youotterknow]

I don't know. Would you prefer drinks before or after the fun?

[heelclicked]

[ He looks like he gives it some serious thought for a moment, but then-- ]

Both?

[youotterknow]

I like the way you think.

[ She moves to a little end table, on which sits a phone and a menu. She affects the most posh accent she can manage. ] And what would the gentleman care to drink this evening?

[heelclicked]

[ And he, in turn, does his best gentlemanly bow. ]

I shall defer to the lady's judgment on this.

[youotterknow]

Well, the gentleman should know that I am the furthest thing from a connoisseur of fine wines, like, ever, but I'll do my best.

[heelclicked]

And the lady should know that the gentleman doesn't know shit about fine wines, either.

[ He has only recently learned how a martini should be prepared. ]

[youotterknow]

A dapper fellow like you? I'm so shocked.

[heelclicked]

Don't judge a book by its cover and all that.

[ aaaand cue the wink. ]

[youotterknow]

[ fuck he needs to stop being so attractive

wait no he doesn't ]

Dapper and philosophical? I'm doomed.

[heelclicked]

And we haven't even gotten to the real fun, yeah?

[ dis gonn b gud ]

[youotterknow]

Well let me order us some wine and then we can get to the real fun.

[ She picks something random and fancy-sounding from the menu, and dials room service to ask it be delivered to her room. Two glasses, yes. Thank you. ]

[heelclicked]

[ Eggsy has a mind to shrug off his suit jacket, but then he remembers that he's got two pistols holstered on his shoulders and thinks--shit, is she gonna think this is the sexy kind of dangerous or the scary kind-- so excuse him, Lys, if he sort of misses what she's just said because he has his hands looking like they're paused on the buttons of jacket and a mild look of alarm on his face. ]

[youotterknow]

[ She hangs up the phone, and is about to say something coy and flirtatious, but the look on his face makes her frown ]

Is something wrong?

[heelclicked]

[ ... well, it's gonna have to come off eventually anyway, so. he takes off the jacket. ]

Oh, you know, just--didn't wanna startle you.

[youotterknow]

[ Her first thought is honestly oh shit, and her second thought is actually shit, that's hot

She bites her lower lip a moment ] So are those standard-issue with the taser watch?

[heelclicked]

Oh, this? [ he holds up his wrist. ] You could say that.

[ he shrugs nonchalantly, trying to be super mega casual about this, but he starts carefully taking off the holsters anyway. ]

[youotterknow]

Okay, seriously, what's your deal? Are you a secret agent or something?

[heelclicked]

[ Merlin is seriously going to kick his ass. But #yoloswag. So he says again, with added emphasis. ]

You could say that.

[ And then that wink. ]

[youotterknow]

Could I now? [ she shoots him a smirk ] I guess if you were, I couldn't really expect you to straight up tell me anyway.

... The shoulder holsters are super hot, by the way.

[heelclicked]

Whatever it is you think, you gotta promise not to tell, or else I might have to use one of my fancy thingies on you.

[ What? The watch doubles as a memory-wiper? Technology! ]

And thanks, love. Want me to keep 'em on?

[youotterknow]

Your secret's safe with me.

[ and she taps a finger on her chin, considering ] No, no. I think they might just end up getting in the way.

[heelclicked]

Right. If anyone asks, I'm just a well-dressed tailor who does suits and shit.

And--hey, fine by me. [ And he sets them down vewy, vewy carefully on a coffee table. And then he shoots her a wildly flirtatious look, his fingers touching an arm of his glasses. ] What about glasses? On or off?