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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

[ Tea and bread. Good, stable food, food that'll fill him up. Royce stays where he is with Bear, letting the dog lick at him every so often, not really moving. But when Alfie comes back, Royce pulls himself up - Bear grunts, not pleased with this development - and pushes his hair back out of his face shakily.

He leans back against Bear instead, trying to pull his head together. Dying is not new, but going through it and then slowly rewinding through it is. That on top of the Nightmare has him unsettled. ]

I don't want to sleep for a while. [ Royce tells him, and that's firm. ] We need... we need to wish for a TV in this house.

[devoutish]

Mm. I'd like to put one in the spare room, with the bookshelves.

[He climbs back into the bed, taking his previous spot.]

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ He curls up against Alfie's side again. He's not shivering anymore, at least - he still feels cold on the inside, but it's okay. That'll pass. ] Front room might be nicer. With the couches.

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah. But we'll get couches for the library as well, surely.

[bywolves]

We're going to fit your desk and the couches and a TV and the bookshelves all in there?

[devoutish]

Mm. Why not?

Front room's all right, though; I don't mind.

[bywolves]

It doesn't matter. Wherever you want to put it you should put it. [ Royce says, turning his face against Alfie's neck. He doesn't want to have to reach over to grab the bread, so he just flops here instead. ]

[devoutish]

It's your house too, mate.

[He grabs a chunk of the buttered bread and presses it into Royce's hands.]

Here. It's warm.

[bywolves]

[ Royce takes the bread when it's given to him, letting out a low hum at how warm it is. The butter makes it taste even better, and he barely even hesitates in demolishing it. He's starving, and whatever reservations he might had about food a few weeks back are gone.

He'll eat anything Alfie hands to him until he's full. And considering how ravenous he is right now, it might be like three-fourths of one of the loafs. ]

[devoutish]

[He gets one with marmalade next.]

Good?

[bywolves]

Mm. [ Royce says, mouth full. A beat, after he swallows, and then: ] Not usually this hungry after I die.

[devoutish]

[Alfie settles closer.]

Did it feel different to you?

[bywolves]

The dying was familiar. [ His voice goes a little flat. He can talk about this sort of thing if he distances himself. ] The rewinding - I didn't feel it the same way, but that. That was.

[ A pause, and then he shakes his head. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah.

You don't have to talk about it. Just eat your bread.

[bywolves]

[ He eats his bread. And when he finishes it, he reaches for Alfie's hand and holds onto it tightly. ]

[devoutish]

If you hadn't come back--

[Nope, never mind, he can't finish that sentence. He squeezes Royce's hand, hard.]

[bywolves]

Zephyr would've tried. [ Royce mumbles. ] He -- they.

I'm supposed to bring something back for them. Out of the Void.

[devoutish]

Are you gonna go back in?

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ Royce closes his eyes. ] Not today. But I want to go back in.

[devoutish]

Will you stay out of the mines?

[bywolves]

That's where I get the most color. [ Royce says, but it's a little weak. ] ... I'll be careful. More careful. I didn't listen the first time.

[devoutish]

You were careful. I was watching you. You had bad luck.

[bywolves]

[ He shakes his head. ]

I am bad luck. [ Like always. ] I mean with Xanthous. This was what he must've been talking about.

[devoutish]

[Alfie grunts, displeased.]

You're not bad luck.

[bywolves]

[ He shrugs vaguely. He won't argue, but. It's still a thought that constantly lurks at the back of his mind. ]