Champ

"𝑰'𝒎 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 '𝒆𝒎...𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑." 𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾 #KingsmanRP #Statesman

Champ watching all the craziness unfold.

The kiss was enough of a distraction. Consider everything she said forgotten.

“Alright. Just don’t make a habit- Hold on a damn minute…what?” Did he wana ask about this?

“What’s that, Agent Malibu?” He doesn’t care that much. As long as it’s not a habit.

// If I've left someone out of the list let me know

Come join the Kingsman and Statesman, folks.

When hell freezes over.

“Don’t matter if she’s a lady or not. Someone threatens myself or my agent I take ‘em out.” He was slightly proud of that himself.

// I’ve never seen it.

Champ and Santa on that ONE mission. That’s all was needed. ONE.

“Maybe next mission. If ya behave.” He never does.

// Champ! Resident cock block. You’re welcome.

“No. Ya can’t.”

“Accessory after the fact then.”

“Actually you’re equally as bad….sometimes.” Ok he may agree with the Whiskey part. And Santa.

“Not sure about that. You lot will have me voluntarily jumping into the grave for some rest.” He laughed “As long as the job was done and everyone is safe, no complaints” He didn’t get involved with agents personal life. As long as they weren’t affecting Statesman all was good.

“I very much doubt that, Malibu. I know Whiskey. And I’ve been around a damn long time.” Not that he wanted to know specifics.