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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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[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.]

[bywolves]

[ The weight was kind of comforting, in a weird way. Royce pulls himself up and pushes his hair back out of his face. His hood goes with it, and he doesn't bother pulling it back up. Royce looks tired, paler than he used to be, wan. Just the way it is, these days.

He grabs his bag and his various things he's gathered, and prepares to follow Alfie up the stairs. ]

[devoutish]

[He goes slowly. Stairs are hard, which is annoying, and he'll grumble about it under his breath as they go. And then of course there's another staircase ahead of them, on the way up to the second floor.]

Had to pick the basement, didn't you?