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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[bywolves]

What do you think I'm doing right now?

[devoutish]

No, I would have heard about it long before now.

Besides, you kick.

[This may or may not be true.]

[bywolves]

I do not.

[ He probably does. ]

[devoutish]

Like you're running a fucking marathon, yeah.

[bywolves]

[ A beat. ]

It's because I can sense you about to drool on me, so I kick you to make you stop.

[devoutish]

I'm gonna get bruises, someday.

[bywolves]

This is why you shouldn't cuddle me in my sleep.

[devoutish]

[He snorts.]

It's not cuddling, It's keeping warm.

[bywolves]

Same thing. [ But he's smiling again. ]

[devoutish]

It's not like it's for fun, is it.

[Yeah, okay, contact is nice and touch is important, but that's just an added bonus.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce reaches down to his bag again, pulling out a blanket and pulling it up around him. He's cold and he really doesn't want to start shivering again, because once he does he can't stop. ]

It's horrible. Worst thing to ever happen to me.

[devoutish]

[Alfie scoots closer immediately.]

Give it over.

[He doesn't mean the whole blanket, of course. He just wants to wrap an end around himself, too.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce gives him some of the blanket, pulling his cloak closer. ]

Worst thing. [ Royce hums, sinking down into the couch. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie grins as he leans heavily against his side.]

Yeah, I can tell your miserable.

[bywolves]

[ Royce sighs heavily, like he's being forced to put up with it. He doesn't move. ]

Mm. [ It's nice. He could almost nap like this. ]

"your miserable" stabs self

[devoutish]

We should record more. Not now, but other days.

[He's wishing he had more footage of the girls.]

how dare you tbh

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ He wishes the same. ] Might as well take advantage of the ability to.

[devoutish]

Yeah. We've got photography at home, but it's expensive. Not like this.

[bywolves]

Don't have anything like this at all. [ A beat. ] Well. Paintings.

[devoutish]

Paintings. Are there any paintings of you?

[bywolves]

No. [ He almost sounds incredulous. There's no way he could sit still long enough for one. Or would find it necessary. ]

[devoutish]

There will be though, eh? Emperor Royce.

[bywolves]

Ugh. [ THE WORST ] Not if I can help it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie's grinning. And chuckling. He's a menace.]

I'll paint your portrait.

[And he is indeed opening up a blank drawing pad on his tablet.]

[bywolves]

[ Oh god. Royce kicks Alfie's leg gently, giving him the most sour expression he can manage. It's all playful, though. ]

You have video of me, you don't need a portrait.