[ Now that Eggsy has reached the final stop on his wander along the beach, it takes him a moment to put a name to it. He chatted with some local gals earlier at the bar. When he’d asked for recommendations, one had said Cupid’s Pool with a dust of pink on her cheeks and a giggle caught in her throat. He didn’t understand then and still doesn’t have the right of it now. Perhaps Cupid’s Pool is called as such due to its secluded nature. Perfect for stealing someone away for one-on-one time, innit?
In his floral shorts and pink snapback, he's far from inconspicuous. Fit, too, but that's not uncommon for boys his age. He strolls to the edge of pool, unable to recognise Ros from behind until she turns and speaks (though he makes note of the old-timey dress sense). ]
C'mon, you're unforgettable, yeah? [ light and teasing, but his wide smile suggests he means it sincerely. ] Dr. Ros, wasn't it?
[ It’s the delight of familiarity, of finding yet another person from the virtual reality simulator who’s real and already his friend. ‘Cause you don’t survive a blizzard or scoop wild animal shit while your memories are scattered without becoming mates. He drops down next to her, near enough to touch if he reached out. Never been big on propriety, this one. ]
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In his floral shorts and pink snapback, he's far from inconspicuous. Fit, too, but that's not uncommon for boys his age. He strolls to the edge of pool, unable to recognise Ros from behind until she turns and speaks (though he makes note of the old-timey dress sense). ]
C'mon, you're unforgettable, yeah? [ light and teasing, but his wide smile suggests he means it sincerely. ] Dr. Ros, wasn't it?
[ It’s the delight of familiarity, of finding yet another person from the virtual reality simulator who’s real and already his friend. ‘Cause you don’t survive a blizzard or scoop wild animal shit while your memories are scattered without becoming mates. He drops down next to her, near enough to touch if he reached out. Never been big on propriety, this one. ]