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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[bywolves]

Just warning you to think with your head. [ He's really not even trying to be rude. His voice is mild and even slightly amused. ]

[devoutish]

Do I seem to be the type not to, to you?

[bywolves]

No, you don't. But stressful environments make people do stupid things.

[devoutish]

Duster, you aren't actually trying to give me a lecture over having a conversation with a woman, are you?

[bywolves]

Just this specific one.

[devoutish]

Got a grudge, do you?

[bywolves]

[ No! ... A little. ]

I don't like her, but I doubt you care.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I do not, because whether I talk to her has got absolutely fucking nothing to do with you.

[bywolves]

Didn't say it did. [ He pauses. ] This wasn't supposed to be a lecture.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I know.

[It's okay Royce, he's cool with a little teasing.]

[bywolves]

[ Good, because Royce has no idea what he's doing here. He actually considers hanging up and pretending he didn't even call, but that's more awkward than anything else. ]

I - okay. [ HE'S SO BAD AT THIS. ]

[devoutish]

Not used to this sort of thing, are you.

[It's the kind of good-natured ribbing that Alfie associates with pubs and groups of friends, both things he assumes Royce has little experience with.]

[bywolves]

... No. [ Now he's embarrassed, which means he's scowl-y. ] The last person I might have done this sort of thing with framed me for murder and had me sent to prison.

[ Alfie might as well join Tifa in knowing details about Royce's trust issues. ]

[devoutish]

[I mean.

Alfie can't pretend he's never done something like that. Sorry for your lots, Arthur Shelby.]

Where I'm from it's something most men settle into by age twenty.

[He's not judging, he's just saying.]

[bywolves]

[ So much scowling. ]

What is, making friends or framing people for murder? [ Maybe he can joke a little about it. ]

[devoutish]

Both.

[Of course.]

[bywolves]

[ Okay, maybe he snorts a little. ] I'm over forty and I've only ever found use for the latter.

[devoutish]

Forty years old and looking as young as you do? I'm glad you don't wanna talk to her, mate.

[bywolves]

You really can't get over the age, can you. [ Stop hitting on him, Alfie. ]

[devoutish]

You haven't even got creaky joints, have you.

[bywolves]

No.

I have an ankle that cracks if I turn it too far. If that makes you feel better.

[devoutish]

How far is too far?

[bywolves]

Not far enough to be reasonable.

[devoutish]

If it plays up enough I'll give you half a Vicodin pill.

[bywolves]

I assume Vicodin is medicine. Pain reliever?