[ It's hot, which is why Royce is sprawled out on the floor of the living room of their little hobbit hole, in a tank top with his pants rolled up to his knees. It's cooler down here, and besides, nobody but Alfie's really going to run across him like this. He's not embarrassed to be caught completely relaxed. Lady keeps trying to crawl up onto him and sleep on his chest or stomach, and Royce keeps pushing her off him with a grumble. Too hot.
Alfie will find him there, with a pillow under his head and a book in his lap, reading lazily and occasionally pushing his cat (and Bear, too, if the dog's around) off to the side. It's early evening, at least, so the heat is dying down. ]
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Alfie will find him there, with a pillow under his head and a book in his lap, reading lazily and occasionally pushing his cat (and Bear, too, if the dog's around) off to the side. It's early evening, at least, so the heat is dying down. ]