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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

Ow. [ Royce says, loftily. ] I was going to invite you to go with me, but now I'm not going to.

[devoutish]

Go where, hunting?

[bywolves]

Mm. Did you want to come along?

[devoutish]

You're not going to expect me to kill wild animals with my bare hands, are you?

[bywolves]

[ Royce snorts. ]

No. I'll do all the small woodland creature murder. [ Is he being serious? Probably. Maybe. Who knows. ] You have a pistol, right? Take that. Or I can teach you how to lead them into traps.

[devoutish]

Why not both?

[He gives Royce's wrist a tug, trying to lead him into the bedroom. He usually keeps the pistol in a dresser drawer when they're home.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce lets him lead to the bedroom. ]

I can do both. Teach me how to shoot the pistol and I'll teach you how to skin a rabbit.

[devoutish]

Is that a threat?

[bywolves]

It is now.

[devoutish]

I'll teach you to shoot a gun if you skin all the rabbits forevermore.

[bywolves]

Deal.

[devoutish]

You'll bring something to protect your ears, yeah?

[bywolves]

Mm. Any suggestions?

[devoutish]

Earmuffs? Bits of cloth stuck in?

[bywolves]

I've got cloth, I think. In my bag.

[devoutish]

Then off we go. Cheese?

[He holds out the remains of his cheese and bread - wondering if Royce will take it, even though he didn't see him prepare it.]

[bywolves]

[ He actually hesitates slightly. There's a beat, and then he takes the cheese with a flat expression. He's fine. It's fine. ]

Let me go get the cloth.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Alfie's grinning. He'll gladly give up the rest of his lunch for this.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce scoots over to his bag and rummages through it for a second - when he comes back, the cheese isn't in his hands, but he's got this obnoxious neon purple cloth and a pair of scissors. He cuts some of the fabric so he can wad it into small earplugs. ]

[devoutish]

That's very stylish. How much of it have you got?

[bywolves]

[ Royce rolls his eyes. ]

Two yards. Did you want some?

[devoutish]

I may make myself a sash.

[He gestures to the door.]

Come on. I've got the gun.

[He'd grabbed it while Royce was rooting around for his cloth.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce nudges him as he passes. ]

Stylish. [ He says dryly, leading the way out of the bedroom and out of the house. Off to the woods they go - Royce carrying Alverstone and a trap of his own making. It's a shitty thing and it barely works, but it does work. ]

Don't like skinning rabbits? [ Royce asks as they make their way out. ]

[devoutish]

I've never done it before.

[He follows, pulling out his one knife and turning it over idly in his hands.]

[bywolves]

Really? [ what ] Never? Not even in the war?