“Why would you still buy burgers?”

coloursflyaway:

Daaaaaanke ♥

“Why
would you still buy burgers?”, Eggsy asks with a hint of disgust clinging
to his voice, his pretty face scrunched up as he watches Harry bite into his
burger.
It’s three in the morning, they have just come home from Sri Lanka, and since
McDonald’s was the only restaurant they could find to get anything to eat, here
they are, eating a very late dinner from paper wrappers.
“What do you mean?”, Harry asks once he has swallowed, takes a sip of Sprite.
“Y’know, after Agent Whiskey – I couldn’t eat anythin’ like that anymore
without thinking of eating a person.”
Harry lets a moment pass, sets down his cup, then smiles at Eggsy as innocently
as he possibly can. “Considering how you begged me not to stop yesterday night,
I really didn’t think you’d have anything against me eating a person…out.”

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