[ are you allowed to have pets in the sanctuary? probably not, but it won't stop eggsy from striding through in his bespoke suit, checking up on acquaintances and dear friends alike, with a small pug trotting after him. he carries an adidas backpack with him, slung over one shoulder and mostly empty now (though previously full of supplies).
on his way out of the sanctuary, he stumbles into a healer rushing past and hurries to apologise. in the chaos, JB slips from his side, shooting off after a supposedly familiar face. ]
Sorry, I wasn't paying any — [ eggsy catches sight of his little dog disappearing around a corner. ] — oh, for fuck's sake, JB!
[ he swiftly pursues. jesus, it's busy as hell, with patients and professionals alike flitting across the halls. to avoid getting trampled, JB darts underneath a chair. well, clarke's chair, wherever she was seated for a brief rest. half a minute later, eggsy appears in the waiting area, skidding to a stop as he scans the room. his eyes pause on clarke. huh, he recognises her from somewhere. the station, maybe — or wait, doesn't she hang around bellamy? ]
sanctuary b-ish.
on his way out of the sanctuary, he stumbles into a healer rushing past and hurries to apologise. in the chaos, JB slips from his side, shooting off after a supposedly familiar face. ]
Sorry, I wasn't paying any — [ eggsy catches sight of his little dog disappearing around a corner. ] — oh, for fuck's sake, JB!
[ he swiftly pursues. jesus, it's busy as hell, with patients and professionals alike flitting across the halls. to avoid getting trampled, JB darts underneath a chair. well, clarke's chair, wherever she was seated for a brief rest. half a minute later, eggsy appears in the waiting area, skidding to a stop as he scans the room. his eyes pause on clarke. huh, he recognises her from somewhere. the station, maybe — or wait, doesn't she hang around bellamy? ]