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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[bywolves]

[ He stops making his way through the snow and rotting wood to rest for a moment, and rubs at his face. It's been a long few days, and every so often the weariness hits him like a bag of bricks. ]

Alright. I'll plan for that. [ He leans against the tunnel wall, pulling his cloak tighter. A beat, and then quieter: ] Is anybody listening to your conversation?

[devoutish]

They could if they tried; it's cramped enough in here. Go to tex, yeah?

[bywolves]

[ That's what he figured. He hates text, and he doesn't think it'll convey exactly what he wants to, but. Maybe it'll be easier to say this way. ]

You and Tifa are the closest thing to my partner from home that I have, here. I trust both of you. Even if I sound like I don't at times.

[ He was right. It is easier. ]

[devoutish]

Of the people here, you're the one I'd hate the lose the most.

[bywolves]

[ That feels nice to read. ]

Remind me to tell you about Hadrian.

[devoutish]

Sometime when we can use our voices.

[bywolves]

Yeah.

Keep me updated on how fast you're moving. I can try to plan to be close.

[devoutish]

[Back to audio now.]

We'll move slower if Fiona gets fucking murdered for trying to lick people's ears.

[bywolves]

If she... what?

[devoutish]

Don't ask me, mate, I couldn't explain it.

[bywolves]

Are you sure you want to travel with someone who licks other people's ears?

[devoutish]

I've been asking myself the same question.

night 146; action

[plundering]

[continuing from here

Sometime during the night, Fiona wakes up. The pills can only do so much, apparently, and she sits curled up against Alfie for about fifteen minutes, hand still in his, before she starts to get antsy. There's nothing really to do but think, and somehow, her mind wanders to the fact that Alfie doesn't think she can steal anything from him. So she should.

She shifts experimentally, lifting their hands so that they're sitting on her lap and brushing her thumb along his knuckles, just to see how deeply he's asleep.]

[devoutish]

[If she were going for one of the bags he has held tight against his other side, he'd notice. But when she lifts the hand that she's holding, he doesn't so much as stir.]

[plundering]

[Perks of all that touching they've been doing, apparently. Slowly and steadily, Fiona slips her fingers from his, eyeing his bracelets in the dim light. No clasp, which makes it harder. Very carefully, she starts to slide one bracelet over his hand, stopping every time he seems like he'll stir.]

[devoutish]

[He does stir once soon after she lets go, twitching his hand and flexing his newly-freed fingers a little bit. But he doesn't wake fully, and after a minute or so, he's completely dead to the world again.]

[plundering]

[Fiona smiles when he twitches, waiting patiently until he's asleep again. Eventually, she slides the bracelet over his hand, feeling the links absently before slipping it into her coat pocket. She could go for one of the rings, too, she thinks, and she twists one around his finger experimentally.]

[devoutish]

[Again, he doesn't stir. His hand stays sitting on her lap, still and heavy.]

[plundering]

[So she'll slide off the ring, too, very slowly. That's too big to actually wear, so she rolls it around in her palm for a moment. Heavy. Expensive, too. That goes in her pocket along with the bracelet, and then she takes his hand again, lacing her fingers through his.]

[devoutish]

[Luckily for Fiona, Alfie stays still - no reaction, and no sudden wake-ups.

The next morning, he wakes slowly. He doesn't notice anything is amiss at first - he feels his bags on one side of him, and Fiona on the other. Everything is as he left it; everything is as it should be. He yawns, still half-asleep, and leans towards her a little.]

[plundering]

[At some point in the night, Fiona actually managed to fall asleep, but not before putting on his bracelet and ring. It fits on her thumb, almost. Alfie wakes up, and his movement is enough to wake Fiona up, too.]

Morning.

[Her voice is still sleepy, and she blinks up at him, rubbing her face. She's almost forgotten about the jewelry until she feels the unfamiliar weight of his bracelet around her wrist. She'll just see how long it takes for him to notice.]

[devoutish]

[He gives a little mph in response, still less awake than she is. Then, a moment later:]

Yeah. Sleep all right?

[He doesn't notice anything yet. Give him about five more seconds, Fiona.]

[plundering]

Yeah, mostly. Those pills helped.

[They really did, even if she didn't sleep through the night.]

You?

[devoutish]

[He mmmphs again, and finally opens his eyes.

Something is off.

He doesn't sleep in his jewelry at home, and he only sometimes does here. If she had taken them all, it likely would have taken him far longer to nice. But he's missing one bracelet, and one ring - that's unusual.]

Who has them, you or the kid?

[plundering]

[Fiona is the picture of innocence.]

Has what?