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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[devoutish]

I should name my gun; what do you think?

[bywolves]

[ He snorts. ]

Why not? [ A beat. ] Any ideas?

[devoutish]

Punisher.

[bywolves]

[ PFFT. ]

That's terrible.

[devoutish]

I like it. It's self-descriptive.

[bywolves]

All of your enemies are going to laugh when they hear you've named your gun punisher.

[devoutish]

But at least they won't be asking "what the fuck does that mean", eh?

[bywolves]

They don't have time to ask me what the fuck it means. [ Because they're dead already. Also, Alfie's potty mouth is infectious. ]

I guess making your enemies laugh so hard they're unable to dodge your bullets is a strategy.

[devoutish]

Paralyzing them with laughter, yeah.

-- Fucking hell, I like hearing you swear.

[He likes being a terrible influence.]

[bywolves]

You're a bad influence, Alfie Solomons. [ He looks amused. ] Next thing you know I'll be hitting on every woman we run into.

[devoutish]

All two of 'em, yeah.

[bywolves]

Mm. It won't matter. Eventually I'll start sounding like you and they won't be able to understand me anyway.

[devoutish]

I've only flirted with two, you konw. Well, and thought about a third.

[bywolves]

When there's only four women in Norfinbury to begin with, that's a high number.

Thought about a third?

[devoutish]

Dr. Volakis, the blonde from House's world.

[The one who'd chosen the username @cutthroatbitch. Alfie sure can pick 'em.]

[bywolves]

You really have a thing for doctors. [ Royce has now relaxed completely into the couch and he sounds sleepy, almost. ]

[devoutish]

No, Norfinbury does.

[bywolves]

Mm. By that logic, it also likes criminals and superheroes.

[devoutish]

It does, yeah. And elven thieves.

[Though okay, that's only Royce.]

[bywolves]

Mm. No, I don't think Norfinbury likes elven thieves. [ He closes his eyes. ]

[devoutish]

[Awww, buddy.

Alfie lightly nudges his chin against Royce's shoulder.]

Pillows and blankets upstairs. Much better than down here.

[bywolves]

Quit trying to get me in bed with you. I'm married. [ Royce mumbles, half asleep. ]

[devoutish]

[DON'T SASS HIM ROYCE]

I set everything out. Come on. You're fading fast.

[bywolves]

[ GONNA ]

Mmph. [ Fine, fine. He actually feels - okay. It's nice. He shifts vaguely, like he's going to get up. ] Have to move my bags.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Alfie grabs up both their tablets, tossing them both into their respective bags. Then he sits up, taking his weight off Royce and moving to stand.]