nysalogs | May Catchall

_{[The thing about Chiropterans is that when it comes to this particular brand of vampire, you don't have to invite them into your house for them to waltz right in. Diva's managed to accomplish just that, agile and instinctively aware enough to bypass any sort of alarms or traps Eggsy might've set up but still clumsy enough to manage breaking half a carton of eggs all over the kitchen floor. To Diva's credit the carton was hers that she'd brought with her (because why would Eggsy have eggs if he hates them???), having accidentally knocked it off the counter with an elbow when she'd been startled by Eggsy's little dog.

At least the wriggly creature seemed to be enjoying itself, licking up broken egg off the floor.]}

Oh no...

_{[At least some of the eggs are okay?]}

Edited 2018-05-17 01:46 (UTC)

[ The Spy Cottage is secure, y'know, for an upstart refugee's middling flat. Nothing fancy to protect it, but the double locks on the door keep out most trouble, even when a sitting room window is cracked open to make the most of the spring breeze. Fearsome guard dog JB helps, naturally. In fact, it's his excited yapping that prompts Eggsy to leave his room. Not with any urgency, mind you, just a bit of mild interest cutting through his grogginess. He's off work today. Hasn't even bothered to style his hair with the sharp-left parting like Harry taught him.

As he wanders into the kitchen, he tugs at the bottom of his t-shirt, trying to straighten out the wrinkles from where he just chucked it on.

Then, there's Diva. It's been a wee bit, but she ain't easy to forget. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it quickly. Did he invite her over and forget? ]

Er, hey. [ What the — ] Oi, back it up, JB. No! [ JB barks in reply, though he reluctantly trots back. Eggsy beelines past Diva in search of a cloth to clean-up, but quickly ends up double-taking. How did she know where he lived? Hold on a minute. ] Did Roxy let you in?

Who?

_{[Literally who though? Her expression says it all as she stares back at him with a pair of bright blue, curious eyes. Whoever this 'Roxy' person is, clearly the name isn't ringing a bell with her.]}

Eggsy I came for breakfast. _{[Thus...the eggs...currently cracked and oozing on the floor...]} Do you have bacon?

[ Who? Okay, that sure is...something. Maybe he left the door open when he let JB out this morning... ]

My flatmate. [ who he should probably warn about this, oops. ] I — yeah. You came for breakfast. [ repeated back, processing, aaaaaaand then it clicks. He'd told her he was good at breakfast. ] Yes, of course you did. Okay. [ give him another second. ] Yeah, alright, there's bacon in the fridge. Or, like, bacon equivalent. [ on this weird planet with its weird animals. ] I'll just sort this out.

[ the little mess, as he comes to terms with this situation. ]

Of course I did.

_{[In many ways, Eggsy should be grateful. The mess he's currently having to deal with is rather tame in comparison to other messes Diva's created in the past. It's just a few eggs, thankfully.

The answer she gets of who Roxy is gets a small 'oh' sound out of her as she moves aside for him to gain better access to the yolk and eggshell on the floor. She seems delighted enough knowing there's bacon and so she wastes little time shuffling toward the fridge, opening it up to rummage through the contents for said bacon.]}

Did you sleep at all? You look kind of tired.

_{[That's because you woke his ass up Diva...]}

[ He sleeps more now that Roxy lives with him, safe in the room opposite his instead of eerily suspended on the station, but does he ever sleep well? Not really, no. ]

A bit, yeah. [ with a dingy cloth in hand, he easily sorts out the mess. JB yaps all the while, excited by the new face and morning activity. He skitters up behind Diva, looking up expectantly as if she'll give him a treat. ] It's my day off, so I was catching up.

[ There's actually a lot of food in the fridge! And the bacon is in a drawer full of meat, etc., 'cause he got into the habit of living an organised life, when Harry had been his housemate. Eggsy opens a nearby cupboard to find something for JB. ]

[ casually — ] Is there anything you don't like to eat?

[ does she even like normal food, or should he just put raw meat on a plate and call it a day?? either way, he's holding off on proper questions (like how did you know where i live?) until she has food in front of her. ]

Hmmm...

_{[She easily finds the bacon, pulling it out of the meat drawer, only to set it on the counter. Was there really anything she didn't like to eat? She can't think off the top of her head a food she dislikes.]}

Not really? I like to eat lots of things. I just have things I like to eat more than others.

_{[Gently she closes the doors to the fridge, opting to hop up onto one of the counters to sit, legs dangling over the edge as she lets them swing to and fro.]}

I had lemon tarts the other day. They were quite good.

Edited 2018-05-19 19:58 (UTC)

[ He sorts out food for JB, and when he back to her, he doesn't seem surprised to see her on the countertop. He's not sure anything she did would surprise him, at this point. In fact, he strolls nearby, leaning on the counter beside her and looking up. What a mysterious person Diva is... A bit of a proper lady, in some respects, but definitely not all, with her cavalier attitude. She must like him, though, if she showed up here to ensure he made good on his offer. That's, uh, something.

The mention of lemon tarts startles a laugh out of him. ]

Lemon tarts ain't in my wheelhouse, love. [ He sees then that she only grabbed the bacon. With the eggs out, that's just the start of a breakfast. ] But I can make you a proper English breakfast, like my mum would.

That's okay. You're not supposed to have tarts for breakfast anyway. Make me an English breakfast then!

_{[Not that that's stopped her in the past, from having dessert for breakfast...but she has been scolded for doing so before. A proper English breakfast though...it sounds good. Or at least breakfast made by Eggsy does.]}

The French like to have pastries for breakfast. Do you like croissants? I like the kind with chocolate in them.

_{[It's not dessert so it counts, even if there's chocolate involved, right? At least the French seem to think so.]}

Edited 2018-05-19 20:23 (UTC)

[ In an accurate, if exaggerated French accent: ]

Ah, pain au chocolat. [ as he turns away, he loses the accent. ] Big fan. Think we have some, actually.

[ Not that Eggsy normally eats them since he subsists on an uber healthy diet!! but the baked goods in Olympia are top notch, okay. He pulls a paper bag out of the bread box and finds a pastry for Diva. It'll take him a wee bit to make a full breakfast, after all. ]

Anything for the lady.

[ Well, anything for the queen, he supposes. ]

_{[The accent gets a laugh out of her as she watches him go to the breadbox to retrieve a pastry just for her. Ah, he's like a magician. Ask and ye shall receive. Immediately she lights up, taking it with a small thanks. She's delighted, to put it simply, opting to take a big bite out of it immediately.]}

Mn! Ish goof!

_{[Translation: she likes it.]}

[ ah, how far they've come, from strange and sad beginnings to strange and happy (?) munchings. Eggsy busies himself gathering pots and pans and food, chatting all the while. ]

So! I've gotta ask — [ he glances her way, brows arched, but otherwise casual. ] — how'd you find my place?

_{[It's a pretty fair question, all things considered. The answer he gets is probably not something he's expecting to get however.]}

I followed my nose.

_{[Like a bloodhound.]}

[ it does make him blink, even though a reply comes quickly. ]

Is that a joke about my cologne? [ haha, but actually. ] You being serious?

[ WHY IS THAT SURPRISING, when she's a vampire... ]

Why wouldn't I be?

_{[IS IT REALLY THAT WEIRD? Keaton didn't think it was...but he's basically a werewolf so...he doesn't really count.]}

I've got a good nose.

Edited 2018-05-28 17:24 (UTC)

[ YOU GOT HIM THERE.

he pauses. thinking, thinking, and ]

Is that... a vampire thing?

Maybe? I don't know what human noses are like.

_{[For obvious reasons.]}

My friend Keaton has a good nose too but he's a wolfskin.

Human noses ain't skilled enough for that.

[ tracking, huh. that's a good thing to know and better thing to be able to call on, if need be. ]

What's a wolfskin?

A type of werewolf, I think. Keaton is really nice. He's my best friend.

_{[Vampires and werewolves. This is your life now.]}

He's also pretty furry.

[ no... take this twilight business back... ]

Then I'm glad you have him. [ werewolves may be crazy, but a best friend is plenty normal. he smiles warmly. ] My best mate's the girl who lives with me, Roxy.

Your best mate? You have more than one?

_{[And this is when British English is going to backfire.]}

Are you going to have a baby?

[ Diva.

He drops one of the pans on the counter, and a flush creeps up his neck. ]

Jesus Christ. No, I meant — my best friend is what that means. In England. I don't have a — I'm not seeing anyone like that. And I'm definitely not having a baby.

Oh.

_{[The sudden loud noise doesn't seem to startle her as she gently swings her legs. So he meant that kind of mate, the noun that means friend and not the verb that means to bang...]}

I'm supposed to have a baby. Not right now but eventually.

[ that makes his brows climb high. 'course it doesn't clear the pink from his cheeks. ]

Are you pregnant?

[ how old is she anyway... she seemed young, but roxy had pointed out that diva was probably older than she appeared. wait, how do vampires get pregnant, anyway? ]

_{[Roxy's hunch is spot on. Diva is a lot older than she looks.]}

Oh no, I'm not. I haven't mated with anyone before. Solomon wants me to have a baby but he hasn't found anyone suitable yet.

_{[Yeah...talk about an awkward conversation. Not that Diva seems bothered by it. As for the how...it's just like a human would.]}

May Catchall

EGGSY - Breakfast Time

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