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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

[He holds Royce against him, and closes his eyes.]

[bywolves]

[ He stays there for a while, and then sighs out slow. ]

Let's go back. [ Royce murmurs. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie noses into Royce's hair.]

You're sure?

[bywolves]

Yes. I'm sure. [ He shifts a little, aiming to get up when Alfie lets him but not pushing for it. ]

Got the nightmares out of my system.

[devoutish]

[Alfie sits up to let him stand, holding a hand out to him.]

Help me up?

[bywolves]

[ He offers a hand to Alfie, helping him up all the way. ]

[devoutish]

[He muffles a groan, the way he usually does when moving into a standing position from the ground (something he does not do often). When he's up, he keeps ahold of Royce's hand.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce keeps his grip on Alfie's hand, shifting to stand a little closer, concerned as always about Alfie's back. ]

Careful. [ Royce murmurs, and then he pulls him back to the treehouse, casual and easy. ]

[devoutish]

I'm okay. The massages are helping.

[And back they go, across the sand, into the trees, and up the stairs.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce murmurs a good, softly. He's glad the massages are helping. Up the stairs and to bed they go, and this time when Royce settles down, he settles right up against Alfie, on his side, back to Alfie's chest. He makes sure they're touching, and sighs out slow before attempting to drift off.

He was right, at least - he wore himself out. ]

[devoutish]

[Carefully, Alfie drops an arm around his middle, pulling him just a little closer and hunching around him protectively.]

G'night.

[aigue]

[A couple of days after the wild boar population has suddenly boomed Royce and Alfie will, one morning, find a very large, very dead turkey on their front step.

She was going to leave a boar like she has been for several other people but she remembered Alfie probably wouldn't eat it, and she likes Alfie enough to not leave him out. So turkey it is!

Someone with a good eye will be able to notice bite marks at the board's throat, and someone who is really clever will be able to note said bite marks match that of a fox's dentition.

You're welcome!]

[voiceinthephone]

Fair enough, at least you can settle here and be somewhat safe.

The somewhat being up to you of course. Zephyr's a good kid but they can't just shut down our free will.

Or the worst impulses.

[devoutish]

I don't follow my impulses with that sort of thing, mate. If you ever do see me do something awful, you can rest assured that there was thought put into it.

[voiceinthephone]

Were you a hitman?

[Phil asks point-blank, unafraid of the criminal underworld. After all, he had his dealings in Eros to keep himself alive.]

[devoutish]

Gangster. Gang leader. I had my own hitmen.

[voiceinthephone]

Ah, that explains the thinking through of the impulses. I'd ask what you dealt with but that's none of my concern either.

[He shrugs.]

I hope you were somewhat kinder to your subordinates than my mistress was.

[devoutish]

Your mistress?

[His brow furrows, questioning.]

[voiceinthephone]

Well, female master sounds awkward doesn't it? She and her sisters owned my body, what else would I call her?

[He sighs as he clears out a few things.]

[devoutish]

What were you, then, some sort of slave?

[Alfie asks, looking more and more baffled by the minute.]

Where was this - the place you were before here, or home?

[voiceinthephone]

Oh God the place before! [Whoops, didn't explain that detail]

I was basically set to die in my home world, got swept up and the word they used was "servant."

[devoutish]

[Alfie harrumphs at that.]

If they owned you, you were a fucking slave, mate. Doesn't matter what words they used to pretty it up.

[voiceinthephone]

...A [it's still a problem for Phone Guy to curse but...] "fucking slave" sounds about right to what I did.

[Hey look at that cake, it's suddenly so interesting.]

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Alfie doesn't need to know the details to agree.]

How long have you been out, then?

[voiceinthephone]

A year since last March...everyone got wiped out in one swoop. I only got out because Zephyr found me before they did.

Was it similar to you escaping Norfinbury?