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[henchweasel]

"This is Cortez. I'd pick up the phone, but clearly I'm too busy doing more important things right now." text | voice | video | action

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[formerself]

Eggsy blinks back up at him, streaks of come clinging to his chin and cheeks - then he just laughs.

He can't help it. Everything about this is so fucking ridiculous.

"...Christ. At least you didn't get any in my eyes."

[henchweasel]

Okay, oookay, what to do here, what's the proper etiquette when you accidentally jizz on someone's face? Fabian's not used to being, you know, considerate of others, so his initial reaction is just a bunch of useless stammering.

"I, ahhh, I-- I didn't mean to..."

Then Eggsy laughs, which is momentarily perplexing (mostly because Fabian would probably be screeching in an affronted meltdown if their positions were reversed), before it becomes contagious, and Fabian finds himself laughing along with him at the absolute absurdity of it all.

"Occupational hazard, it happens to the best of us. Well, not me, but..." Nobody has ever come on Fabian's face, and nobody ever will. "Here, let me--" He hops out of the bed, hiking his pants back up as he heads to the bathroom to grab some tissues. And a hand towel.

[formerself]

"Occupational?" Eggsy scoffs, though he's nowhere near offended. "I got called a rent boy enough at home, cheers."

He accepts the tissue to go about wiping his face.