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[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]

... Yeah. [ Royce nudges him in the direction of the rec center, which is close by. ] Have to break in the new tree house. Takes a whole day to do.

um Royce how is that NOT innuendo

[devoutish]

At least. We'll be lucky if we're out of it by tomorrow night.

it's only innuendo if you have a dirty mind GOSH

[bywolves]

Half of that is going to be sleeping. I made sure to wish the bed extra comfortable.

UH-HUH

[devoutish]

Did you? Then all of it might be sleeping.

[bywolves]

[ Royce snorts. ]

Planning on watching a film first, I thought.

[devoutish]

And eating chicken and noodles.

[bywolves]

And drinking coffee. Sounds like a plan. Go on, get the film. I'll talk to the creature for coffee.

[ He means the Stain. ]

[devoutish]

Oh, no, no; I'd like to hear what lyric you give him.

[He'll follow Royce first, then get the movie after.]

[bywolves]

Mar's sake. [ Royce says, exasperated. He gives the Stain a set of lyrics - it's a verse from one of the dumb tavern songs back in his world, a catchy tune about a woman who charms people to bed with her only to steal all their things after they pass out.

He specifically just says the verse, if only to spite Alfie. ]

[devoutish]

May we hear the full song, Royce?

[bywolves]

No. Take your coffee. [ Royce says flatly, shoving the cup at Alfie with a look to match. He's playful about it, though, not entirely serious. ]

[devoutish]

You see? He's cruel to me.

[This is directed at Stain as he takes the coffee.]

[bywolves]

[ The Stain sort of just looks vaguely amused - or as much as he can. Royce bows his head a bit at the little guy, and then leads Alfie to the DVDs. ]

Buy you a coffee and I'm cruel to you, huh? [ Royce hums, teasing. ]

[devoutish]

Very.

[He links his arm through Royce's as he grabs up the DVDs and tugs him back towards the door.]

[bywolves]

[ This is the gayest domestic thing they've done, and they sleep in the same bed every night.

Royce settles against him, letting him lead the way. He's still adjusting to his hearing, and it's slowly equalizing back into something approaching normal. He's testing it as they walk, trying to sort out how much he can hear between sips of coffee. ]

[devoutish]

[It's a nice summery walk to the beach, the proximity of the sea lending a bit of a breeze to the air.]

Right - how are we gonna find it? Just look up and hope?

[bywolves]

Think so. [ A beat. ] It's got stairs around the trunk leading up into the house, so look for one of those.

I can hear the ocean. [ Also. Just so Alfie knows. ] It's fainter than it should be, but I assume it'll be better tomorrow.

[devoutish]

And if it's not--

[He's not going to forget the doctor thing.]

[bywolves]

I'll wish for it to go back to normal. [ He doubts Watson will be able to help. Especially regarding elf things - he knows Watson knows he's a half-elf but he's still fidgety about it. ]

[devoutish]

Mm.

[God, he hopes it doesn't come to that.]

[bywolves]

It's fine, Solomons. [ Royce nudges him a little. ]

[devoutish]

Well, I'm gonna worry.

[bywolves]

Worry when it's been longer. [ Royce says, shaking his head a bit. And then, he points - or tries to, with his coffee hand. ]

Do those look like stairs to you?

[devoutish]

-- Could be. Yeah.

[It's hard to see through the leaves and tree trunks, but there's definitely something winding up a tree in the direction that Royce is gesturing in.

When they're a little closer, it becomes clear that yes, that sure is a staircase. The bottom of the treehouse itself is just barely visible through the leaves.]

[bywolves]

[ And Royce grins, widely. ]

That's it. Come on. [ He practically drags Alfie to the stairs, letting go of him to climb up into it. ]