“Fuck the sandwich guy!”

agentpercivals:

Harry’s sat on the bench, waiting for Eggsy to join him. It was a lovely day, rare for the sun to be shining in London, so the two had taken the opportunity to have a relaxing day in the park. After a while of soaking up the rays, they’d both got hungry, and they’d decided to get a sandwich from one of the most popular sandwich bars in the area. Eggsy had kindly offered to go and pick up the food – Harry hadn’t quite got his full mobility back yet, and even with a cane, found it hard to walk some distance.

After a while, Harry started to wonder where Eggsy was – half an hour had gone by, and he still hadn’t come back. Sure, there was probably a queue, but half an hour? He started to worry, paranoid that he’d been jumped, or something worse.

The worry is quickly wiped away when he can hear Eggsy walking back to the table, shouting to someone on the phone. Probably complaining to Ryan or Jamal, or something.

“Bruv, fuck the sandwich guy!” Eggsy shouted, slumping onto the bench, and throwing a paper bag onto the table. 

“What an earth are you so angry about?”

“The dickhead told me he’d run out of steak filling. How the fuck you gonna be running a sandwich place and run out of filling? Wankers, mate.” Eggsy muttered, taking two neat sandwiches out the bag. “Even worse, they still had your fuckin’ posh chicken caeser filling. Enjoy it, you mug.” 

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at his overreaction. He was so adorable when he was angry.

“Darling, you’re so cute when you’re hangry.” Harry said, taking a bite into his sandwich. 

“Yea, whatever. ” Eggsy replied, smiling at his own stupid overreaction. “You’re buying the next lunch, though.”

(i hope this is okay haha <3)