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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[devoutish]

[Have some splashes, Royce. They're aimed at your head.]

[bywolves]

[ Hiss!! Royce splutters, and then kicks his feet to splash in Alfie's direction like a child. ]

[devoutish]

[He ducks underwater briefly, resurfacing several feet further away.]

You could reach me better if you were in the water, couldn't you.

[bywolves]

That is not going to work on me, Solomons. [ He's gonna stubbornly park his butt right here and not get in, just to be contrary. ]

[devoutish]

Contrarian.

[He says it lovingly.]

[bywolves]

I hope you're not just figuring that out now.

[devoutish]

[He scoffs and waves a hand, trying not to smile.]

I hope you're not gonna sit outside of the room when we go to figure out this DVD player of yours.

[bywolves]

I should, if only because I'd find it funny to see you struggle with the damn thing.

[devoutish]

I'm better with electronics than you.

[bywolves]

Do you know how to work a DVD player?

[devoutish]

Nah, we don't have 'em at home. Is there a crank to start it up? A button?

[bywolves]

Then I'd say I know how to use electronics better than you. [ First off. ] And I'm not telling you.

[devoutish]

I bet it's a button. It's always a button in the future.

[bywolves]

[ you're a button ]

Lips are sealed. Give me back the wine, what did you do with it? [ where did it go ]

[devoutish]

Why don't you come in and get it?

[Royce, you had to expect that one. He holds up the bottle teasingly.]

[bywolves]

[ ALFIE PLEASE ]

Absolutely not. I have plenty back at the house. [ Nyehhhh. ]

[devoutish]

[Dammit, he'd thought he might have him there.

Slowly, he starts to swim closer, bottle in hand.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce watches him come closer, with that same grin. He doubts Alfie's just going to let it go. A beat, and then in a fluid sort of movement, Royce launches himself forward to grab the bottle, plug it with his finger, and then gracefully swim very far away from Alfie, out into the lake.

He's not a bad swimmer at all. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie starts laughing, maneuvering around to float on his back as he watches him go. He shouts after him:]

Like a fucking fish!

[bywolves]

[ Royce comes back up, treading water with an amused look. ]

Like a fucking fish. [ He agrees, calling back. ]

[devoutish]

Did you spill the wine?

[bywolves]

Did you just ask me if I spilled Montemorcey? What sort of heathen do you think I am? [ He's got just enough wine in him and just enough good spirits to joke around. ]

[devoutish]

You might decide to give the fish a taste.

[bywolves]

They would appreciate it about as much as you do.

[devoutish]

Ah, fuck off.

[He starts swimming out to Royce, much more slowly.]