Sissiissis

"You have a daughter," Eggsy stated plainly - flopping down onto the seat next to Merlin without invitation. "Good afternoon to you too Eggsy," said the other man wryly - eyes, however, not leaving the little figure digging through the dirt a little ways away. "Do take a seat."    Eggsy had the good decency to look sheepish at the unspoken reprimand. After so many years in Kingsman, he really ought to have learned his manners by now. "To answer your question," the older agent continued. "No. I don't have a daughter. (Name) right there is my niece." "Oh..." Eggsy breathed in understanding, leaning back in his seat. "You babysi'in then?"

"If you think about it, there is no way Cartman can come up with anything that bad guys." Walking in the light fall of snow, your nose chilled from the cold air that seeped around your hood. Your hands were nestled deep in to your jean's pockets, chunks of snow pushing up onto your shoes from your dragging feet. "There's just no way he could be that demented…right?" You have to admit, you were a little more than nervous. You knew when you took that bet with the fat ass he was going to pull some kind of stunt like this. Well you couldn't be farther away from the truth. The game of Mario Cart he had challenged you to was rigged. He