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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

[Feel free to use this space for letter/package deliveries as well as visits/knocks on the front door!]

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[avere]

[ She laughs. ] We are, aren't we? Can I tell you something? I sort of prefer it that way.

[devoutish]

[He leans in conspiratorially .]

So do I.

[avere]

[ Another laugh, and she nudges Alfie, playfully. ]

It's been very good to talk to you in person, Alfie.

[devoutish]

[He leans in and gives her a peck on the cheek.]

So it has, Gwen.

[avere]

[ Aw, Alfie. She brings a hand up to her cheek, fingers brushing the spot he kissed. She's practically glowing with how happy she looks. ]

We still haven't seen Royce. Maybe we really should go looking for him.

[devoutish]

I worry we'd wander right past each other. I think you had the right idea. Best to stay put.

[avere]

Mm. [ She settles against his side, then. She can't exactly feel it, so much, considering they're in VR, but. ]

Well, all right, then. Yeah. [ She says, in the worst possible approximation of his accent. She's not good at this like Royce is. ]

[devoutish]

[That's a little surprising, but he lets her, carefully resting a hand on her arm.]

That was an embarrassing effort.

[Which he, of course, says in her accent - not that he's any better at hers than she is at his.]

[avere]

[ That has her giggling, which is very undignified. She covers her mouth to stifle them. ]

Alfie - you have no room to talk!

[devoutish]

I can do Royce's better.

[Somewhat better. Still not nearly as well as Royce does his.]

[avere]

I want to hear it. Come on.

[devoutish]

What would you like me to say?

[avere]

"My name is Royce and I'm very tough."

[devoutish]

[In a passable, but not perfect, Royce accent:]

My name is Royce, and I'm very tough. I can throw a knife at you, with my mouth, while climbing a tree, and hit you dead in the heart.

[avere]

[ She claps, laughing again. ]

Oh, please tell me you speak to him in his accent, sometimes. That's wonderful.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I bully him with it. He pretends not to be pleased.

[bywolves]

[ It's nearing the end of the godling's game, the two weeks of Tombs and Taverns, and Royce is feeling better physically and worse emotionally. The snow always gets him, every year. And with everything that's been going on, he's feeling - he's just feeling sad, is all. So when Alfie comes home, Royce is waiting on the couch, in two jackets and his cloak, plus fuzzy warm socks and boots. He's still a little pale and a little sniffly, but. ]

Don't take off your coat. [ Royce tells him. ] I want to take you somewhere.

[devoutish]

[It's a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. He holds out an arm to Royce - considering fussing about him overheating, sitting indoors all bundled up like that, but then deciding against it.]

All right.

[bywolves]

[ He's really, really cold, is all. He takes Alfie's arm, and curls into his side - it's more needy than normal, the way he clings. He starts to lead them down the path, towards the rec center. ]

[devoutish]

[They're going slowly enough for Alfie to tilt his head into Royce's, resting his cheek against his hair.]

Is this a surprise, or can you tell me where we're going?

[bywolves]

For coffee, first. [ Royce murmurs, matching Alfie's pace. ]

You'll see about the after.

[devoutish]

Mm. We're gonna have to come up with a poem if we want coffee.

[bywolves]

I've been using the same elvish one for months now.

[devoutish]

What, that one you used the last time? And he keeps taking it?

[bywolves]

Mmhm. I don't think he speaks elvish.