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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

Mm. We'll have to go back down to cook, but--

[That's doable. He sags into Royce's shoulder.]

Is there a tub to soak in?

[bywolves]

Combined bath and shower. It's a little cramped, but it's there. [ He's actually sprawled out, so when Alfie sinks up against him, Royce turns to curl into his side. ]

[devoutish]

[He really likes having Royce curled against him, honestly. He drops an arm around his shoulders.]

Good enough. We've got the big one back at the other place for those three-hour baths.

[You know, the ones Alfie has been enjoying pretty much every other day. He's in an permanent state of water-logged wrinkled fingers.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce has gotten so used to it that it's weird when he doesn't feel the need to be in Alfie's space. The casual touches and leans are second-nature, but he still has to make himself not think so hard about it. When he overthinks, he ends up at the opposite side of the house.

He closes his eyes again. ]

At least I'll have a place to shower while you're in there for those three hours.

[devoutish]

You've got a place at the house, too. Shower's separate.

[ And Alfie thinks nothing of casual nudity among men. ]

[bywolves]

[ Royce doesn't either, really. ]

Prefer to have privacy in showers like these. Feels better.

[devoutish]

Mm. More luxurious, eh? Less like a barrack.

[bywolves]

Yeah. More time to relax.

[devoutish]

In the army, when we had showers, we crammed thirty men to a bathroom. All at once.

[bywolves]

Similar to the Diamond. We had a small part of the sewers that we'd managed to direct clean water to. Or - mostly clean.

Most of us had knives on us, too. Somewhere.

[devoutish]

[ Alfie laughs. ]

While you were showering?

[bywolves]

[ He grins against Alfie's shoulder. ]

Of course. Never want to be anywhere alone without a knife.

[devoutish]

Do I not want to know where you were keeping these knives?

[bywolves]

We found creative ways.

[devoutish]

[ Alfie makes a face, because he's picturing some of those creative ways. ]

[bywolves]

[ Royce laughs. ] I kept mine in a pouch on my belt, which didn't come off while I showered, Solomons.

[devoutish]

That must have been a very disgusting belt, mate.

[bywolves]

Rather have a belt than keep a knife up my ass.

[devoutish]

I wasn't going to say it if you didn't.

[bywolves]

[ Royce just snorts, kneeing Alfie in the side gently. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie digs his heel into Royce's shin.]

Eat in the bed? Let's have dinner in bed.

[bywolves]

Mm. Dinner and the films. I want to watch what you brought.

[devoutish]

I brought The Lord of the Rings; we can watch a bit more of that. Also something that Watson was watching - James Bond.

[bywolves]

[ Yay, Lord of the Rings. Royce really enjoys that one. He reaches down off the side of the bed to grab his coffee, takes a sip, and then pulls himself up to go figure out the TV situation. ]

James Bond? What's that one?

[devoutish]

A man who fights criminals. Some sort of hero of Watson's.