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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[bywolves]

[ Royce digs his finger under the pin. It hurts a little. He likes that he can feel that. For a moment, he stares at the top, and then he puts it on its side so it won't leak, and pulls hard on the top. The soda can makes that crack-hshhhh sound, and bubbles up. ]

[devoutish]

Oof. Look at that, it's got carbonation to it.

[bywolves]

It has what?

[devoutish]

Little bubbles. The taste will have a fizz to it.

[bywolves]

Oh. [ He stares down at it, and then puts his finger in where some of it has spilled over the top, so he can taste it. ]

[devoutish]

What do you think?

[bywolves]

... Sweet. [ He mumbles, wrinkling his nose. ] It's really sweet.

[devoutish]

How's the fizz? More than beer, less than beer--?

[bywolves]

More? Different. It's not foam. [ He reaches to taste it again, and makes a face. ]

[devoutish]

Not good?

[bywolves]

I can't... I can't get over how sweet all the things here are. [ Blegh. He sniffs, involuntary, the kind that happens post-crying. ] Candies and this and the things at the convenience stores.

[devoutish]

Mm. I like sweet things, but they're different from the sweet stuff at home. They don't taste like real sugar.

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ He pushes the can at Alfie. ] I don't like sweets very much.

[devoutish]

[He takes a sip, then makes a face of his own.]

Most of the special things I've got are sweets. Sweets or tea.

[bywolves]

I like candy okay. [ He's gone back to staring down at the mattress. It's really hard for him to put effort into the conversation but he's trying, really hard. ] I like tea. I like tea here a lot.

[devoutish]

I'll make you tea. Tonight, tomorrow, whenever you like.

[But first, he pulls out a little jar of chocolate cake topping. Candy enough for you, Royce?]

[bywolves]

Are you trying to spoil me with food? [ It's meant to be a joke, but his voice is flat. ]

[devoutish]

Yes.

[Duh, Royce.]

[bywolves]

I'm not hungry. [ Royce mumbles, but. He holds out his hand for the jar anyway. Alfie's trying to help. ]

[devoutish]

Sweets aren't eaten when you're hungry. They're eaten when you need them.

[He passes over the jar. Royce can take as much or as little as he likes.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce snorts a little at that, but. He takes the jar, and scoops his finger into it. He eats a scoop or two - it's mostly out of obligation, but it's not like it's a terrible one. ]

[devoutish]

Good? Bad? Tell me what you think.

[bywolves]

It's alright. [ He says, licking it off his finger. ] Sweet.

[ A beat, and then he sneezes into his sleeve. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie grins, but doesn't say anything.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes a disgruntled noise. ]

Chocolate makes me sneeze.