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]

[ He grins, and then pulls himself up out of the water and to the shore proper, reaching up to wring his hair out. It's soaked, but whatever, it'll dry. It'll probably dry stupidly, too. ]

[devoutish]

Should've brought a comb for you. Toss me a towel?

[He stands, once he can, but stays hip-deep in the water.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce does toss him a towel, carefully. ]

Mm. I keep thinking about cutting it. [ Royce says absently, toweling his hair dry. ]

[devoutish]

[He drapes the towel over his shoulders and wades out the rest of the way, going to stand by his discarded clothes.]

Really? How short?

[bywolves]

I don't know. [ Royce makes a vague attempt to dry his pants off, but they're sopping wet, so. It's a poor attempt. ] Maybe as short as yours.

[devoutish]

Gonna grow a big beard, too?

[bywolves]

No, you've got more than enough for the both of us.

[devoutish]

And you've got more than enough hair. That's a delicate balance you're talking about upsetting, Royce.

[bywolves]

[ He laughs a bit. ]

Do you have an objection to me cutting my hair? [ He's teasing. ]

[devoutish]

I don't know, mate; I can't picture it. Seeing your ears regularly would be a very strange thing.

[bywolves]

[ Pfft. Royce brings his hand up to run his fingers over his ear almost self-consciously, just - briefly. It's an idle motion. Maybe like he's reminding himself they're not pointy. ]

Scandalous. What would the neighbors say if I just let my ears show. [ Royce says dryly. ]

[devoutish]

Better than your ankles. Imagine the shame.

[Says the guy who's standing there stark naked as he dries his legs off, but listen.]

[bywolves]

[ Yeah, no, Royce is going to point that out. ]

Says the man standing out in nature with no pants on.

[devoutish]

Of course I've got no pants on. You and your sopping wet pants are my cautionary tale.

[bywolves]

[ Yeah, but at least he's not naked!!! ]

At least my ankles aren't on display.

[devoutish]

[He lifts a foot and waves his ankle at Royce.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce pretends to gasp in shock and covers his eyes, hamming it up. ]

[devoutish]

[It gets a chuckle out of Alfie as he pulls on his underwear and pants, leaving his shirt slung over his arm.]

To the-- what do they call it, the rec center?

[bywolves]

Mm, that's what they call it. [ He pulls on his shirt, and cloak, as usual. Wet pants are uncomfortable, but whatever. He'll deal. And he'll lead Alfie off. ]

[devoutish]

We could go get you a change of clothes first, if you like.

[bywolves]

Yeah. Think that might be nice. It'll only take a minute.

[devoutish]

[And while they're there, Alfie takes the opportunity to grab them a second bottle of wine.

Over at the rec center, he flops down on the couch, looking expectantly at Royce.]

Now, about this DVD player.

[You're not really going to make him do it, are you, bro?]

[bywolves]

What about it? [ Royce hums, pushing his damp hair back out of his face as he sits down in front of the player. ]

[devoutish]

How do you start it up? I don't see a crank.

[bywolves]

There's buttons. [ He shifts out of the way to gesture at the power button, so Alfie can see it. ] You press a button to turn it on, and then another to get it to play.