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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[bywolves]

[ Royce appreciates it. He leans a little more heavily against Alfie, shifting to adjust his hand wraps just to have something to do with his hands. ]

Don't bother with glasses. [ He's just going to drink from the bottle. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie's not complaining about this. Lean away, buddy; it's fine. He passes the bottle over, so Royce can have the first drink.]

[bywolves]

[ He's also glad Alfie doesn't have any issues with touch. Normally, Royce would, but. He trusts Alfie a lot. And it's nice to not be alone. He takes a drink from the bottle - or, well, a few. And then he hands the bottle back to Alfie. ]

Need to head back to the residential area soon.

[devoutish]

Mm. Sleeping on the floor is making me sore.

[Well. More sore than usual, anyway. He's already always sore. He can't blame the lack of mattresses for his sore hands and feet, though, which is worrying - that might be MN poisoning.]

[bywolves]

Yeah. That's why. [ Sleeping on the floor doesn't bother Royce, but he cares about what it's doing to Alfie. ] Should try to coordinate a cache for people to look through. Nobody will meet with us.

[devoutish]

Oh - some will, I'm sure. Supplying's needed, even if it comes from me.

[bywolves]

I saw your network posting. [ He raises his eyebrow. ] You either have people telling you they hate you or they want to try and steal something from you.

[devoutish]

I don't put much stock in what Stephanie Brown says. Dr. Strange, though - I can work with him.

[bywolves]

Mm. He looked over my arm without making a fuss. [ Royce shifts that arm, pulling it closer to his chest. ] He's not bad.

[devoutish]

Yeah. It'll work out. There aren't many people here senseless enough to shoot themselves in the foot over this, and the ones who are have got more sensible friends.

[He takes a long pull from the wine bottle. Not bad stuff.]

[bywolves]

You'd be surprised. [ Royce will also take another pull from the bottle, when Alfie's finished. He just wants to be drunk. He doesn't care how it tastes. ]

[devoutish]

You've got a more pessimistic view of people than I do.

[bywolves]

Realistic. [ Royce corrects. ] People hold grudges. Enough to screw themselves over.

[devoutish]

Sometimes. Yeah. And sometimes they grit their teeth and bear it.

[bywolves]

[ Royce takes another drink. It doesn't matter. He wants to care, but he doesn't. ]

I'll be close by when they decide they're going to bait you to them so they can kill you.

[devoutish]

That's not gonna work on me. Ecks is the only one trying, and she's clumsy at it.

[bywolves]

She killed me.

[devoutish]

I'm not gonna go meet her, Royce.

cw: suicidal ideations

[bywolves]

[ He takes another drink almost angrily. He still doesn't like talking about dying. Maybe he wants to, sometimes, but actually doing it scares the shit out of him. At least he feels something, here. ]

That's because you're not an idiot.

[devoutish]

Yeah. And I'm not very worried about this.

[Other things? Definitely. But not this.]

[bywolves]

[ And another drink. Alfie's going to have to take this from him before he drinks the whole damn bottle by himself. ]

Worried about the spike in anomalies?

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Alfie sinks his feet down a little further into his bucket, and he does swipe the bottle, if only to take another drink himself.]

My beacon might be to blame for that.

[bywolves]

[ Royce tucks the blanket around his own feet in. ]

The one earlier. [ He knows Alfie will know why it bothered him. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie just nods, his chin drooping onto his chest.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is silent for a while. ]

I should be more upset about it. [ Royce says, after that while. ] I don't feel anything at all. Empty, more than anything.