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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[bywolves]

[ Royce is so conflicted. ] She tried to talk Ecks out of it.

This is why I didn't announce that I was going to kill him. Too many people involved makes it messy. It was always just going to be between me and House.

[devoutish]

Killing someone is always messy. There's just no fucking way around it, mate.

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes an annoyed sound - and then there's the sound of creaky wood and something that sounds suspiciously like something getting ready to cave in. Royce curses under his breath, not replying for the moment as he crawls out of the cramped space he's in.

This is going to suck for people to get through. ]

[devoutish]

Duster. Royce.

[His voice is urgent. He's concerned, bro; answer back quickly please.]

[bywolves]

[ There's a long pause, and then Royce answers back, sounding slightly winded and at least three times as annoyed. ]

I'm alright. This place is falling apart.

[devoutish]

What happened?

[bywolves]

Couldn't go any further. Had to climb a staircase and it started to go out from under me.

You need to be careful when you come through. [ A beat. ] I can lead you through. If you need it.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He'd appreciate that.]

We picked up food today, at the school. We're having to overnight in a tiny fuck-off shed.

[bywolves]

A tiny fuck-off shed. [ Royce repeats. Behold, the first time he's dropped an f-bomb in Norfinbury. At least he sounds kind of amused. ] Who are you with, now?

[devoutish]

[Alfie is a terrible influence.]

Fiona. Quark. England.

[bywolves]

[ The worst. ] How's that going?

[devoutish]

Crowded. Fiona's teasing England, who's easily riled up.

[bywolves]

Seems like a running trend with her.

[devoutish]

Yeah, it is.

[WHATEVER, HE STILL LIKES HER.]

Ever met Quark? He's a good kid.

[bywolves]

I spoke to him once. First day I was here. I don't remember much of the conversation.

Collecting children, are we?

[devoutish]

You're one to talk.

[bywolves]

[ Snort. ] I don't know how. Children usually avoid me like the plague back home.

[devoutish]

They need something to cling onto in a place like this.

[bywolves]

You'd think they'd pick something better than me.

[devoutish]

It's not like they have a lot of options.

[bywolves]

Scraping at the bottom of the barrel, you mean. I see how it is.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I stand by what I said earlier, mate - you're good with Emily.

[bywolves]

I'm trying to be. [ That's actually genuine. His talk with Emily about Gwen wanting children changed his outlook a little. ]

House upset her. Did you see?

[devoutish]

With the picture? Yeah. Think she's gonna do it? Hunt him down?

[bywolves]

I'd almost like to see it happen. If anybody was going to put him in his place, it'd be her.