IC contact for wethelost

[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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[bywolves]

[ Wow. Royce, thankfully, doesn't fall asleep. Just an hour or so more - he'll get them home on time. ]

(Hope this is ok)

[aibolition]

Alfie.
Or whoever reads the mail in that house, I don't care.

Where's Emily?
I haven't heard from her and it's been kind of longer than usual.
Is she sick or something?


-Kurosaki

totally okay!

[devoutish]

[He gets his response about half a day later.]

Emily is gone from the Meadous. My condolences.

- A.S.

[aibolition]

[He's... never lost anyone while like this. At least, not in this way. He's lost plenty of people because he wasn't their ichigo, because he was a hollow, a threat. He's lost just about everyone that way. But any actual loss, he always felt that as Ichigo. Not as himself.]


Isn't this supposed to be the other way around? She's your adoptive daughter. Or something like that.



You don't think she's coming back? That pokey guy did.

[devoutish]

[The next response takes a little longer to come back - nearly a full day.]

I don't see how we could have any idea whether she will or not.

[aibolition]

You've been here longer than I have, you

No, you're right, that was a stupid question.


What are you going to do now?

[devoutish]

Keep a space for her, in case she returns.

Feb 15th

[bywolves]

[ It's quiet in the house these days, but at least this time it isn't because Royce is depression-napping. Last night had been - definitely a thing, and Alfie will know that Royce got home very late, if he got home at all. Of course, Royce would've warned Alfie that he was going to Monty and Renart's, if only to stop Alfie from worrying.

He's slept most of the day, but towards the end of the afternoon, Royce crawls out to the living room and curls up. He's busy, sitting on the couch with a sketchpad and a pencil, frowning mightily at the paper like it owes him money. After a good fifteen minutes or so of him trying to sketch something, he huffs and throws the pad on the table, getting up to go into the kitchen. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie looks up from his book, frowning. He sits up a little straighter, like he's thinking about standing and following him, but doesn't yet.]

Royce?

[bywolves]

Yeah? [ He's getting tea, don't mind him. ]

[devoutish]

What've you been drawing there?

[bywolves]

Nothing. [ Grumble. He starts boiling water with the kettle. ] Something stupid. You can look if you want.

[ The sketchpad has a bunch of really shoddy plans for costumes for... dogs? Small animals? Something. ]

[devoutish]

[Okay, he will. He peers at it upside-down at first, then pulls it over so that he can look at it properly.]

-- I don't know what they are, mate.

[bywolves]

[ Royce comes to the doorframe, settling against it as he waits for the water to heat up. ]

Costumes. [ Sigh. ] I can't draw and I can only barely sew, so I don't know what I'm even doing. It's for Zephyr's friend or foe thing.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He holds out a hand to Royce, fingers wiggling.]

Who'd you get, then? Are you allowed to tell me?

[bywolves]

Yeah, I can tell you. Eliza. [ He makes his way over to to Alfie, sitting on the edge of Alfie's chair with a sigh. ] I don't even like her, but I suppose that's the point, isn't it.

[devoutish]

And what are the costumes for? Those little-- pet things that she's got?

[bywolves]

Yeah. I figured those are the things most important to her. I think. I don't know anything about her other than that.

[devoutish]

She'll like them. She seems like the sort.

[He'll gently tug Royce down onto the chair with him, if he'll let him.]

It's a good idea, mate. Very thoughtful.

[bywolves]

[ He sprawls down onto the chair. ]

Mm. My immediate thought was I just wouldn't do it. But Zephyr doesn't deserve to have people upset at them for stupid gift giving.

[devoutish]

Could you wish for it, instead of sewing it?

[bywolves]

Hm. I could. [ He glances at Alfie. ] That'd be easier.

[devoutish]

Yeah. No shame in that.

[He rests his head against Royce's arm.]

It's sweet that you thought about doing it yourself, though.

[bywolves]

[ Nose wrinkle. No!! He's tough!! And not sweet!! He shifts, pulling his jacket collar up a little further when Alfie leans on him. ]

I'm supposed to have someone do nice things for me, too. No idea who it is.

[devoutish]

Besides me, you mean?

[He says with a straight face.]