[ Royce has been - off, the past few days. He's quiet and a bit withdrawn, not sulking necessarily but just not being sociable. He's spent a lot of time in the treehouse, curled up in a blanket and pillow nest with books, just reading to pass the time. But the thing that's the most off is that he hasn't been on any walks in a while. The trees miss him, and he knows it because they whisper their leaves in his direction, just listen for a second, please?
But he doesn't. He wallows. Until he and Renart get real fucking drunk.
By a stroke of luck (or whatever the opposite of that is), Alfie's going to find Royce staggering angrily towards the treehouse, down the road. He is plastered. Alfie saw him drunk earlier, sure, but he's had far, far more to drink since then. ]
post-drinking session
But he doesn't. He wallows. Until he and Renart get real fucking drunk.
By a stroke of luck (or whatever the opposite of that is), Alfie's going to find Royce staggering angrily towards the treehouse, down the road. He is plastered. Alfie saw him drunk earlier, sure, but he's had far, far more to drink since then. ]