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[devoutish]

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[bywolves]

No. [ Well, maybe, he doesn't know, but. With a little huff of a noise, still defensive: ] Dia did.

[devoutish]

Really?

[There's a pretty obvious note of surprise in his voice.]

Did you do it?

[bywolves]

[ WOW DON'T ACT SURPRISED ]

Yes. [ He's getting huffy, now. ] She asked me to, and I - I wanted to.

[devoutish]

Really.

[Huh. He pulls his head back a little to look at Royce.]

Ah, mate, you know I'm not judging you for it.

[bywolves]

You always sound so surprised. [ Grumble. ]

[devoutish]

I'm not surprised that someone wanted to kiss you.

[Like, not at all.]

[bywolves]

You're surprised that I want to kiss them. [ Yeah, well. So is Royce, half the time. ]

[devoutish]

A bit. That's not insulting, is it?

[bywolves]

No, I guess not. [ He sighs. ] It doesn't happen often. If Gwen hadn't given me permission I wouldn't think about it at all.

[devoutish]

Do you feel guilty?

[bywolves]

A little. [ A beat. ] Not a lot.

[devoutish]

[He nudges Royce again.]

Was it a good kiss?

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ His expression lightens up a bit, at least. ] It was a good kiss. Life-giving.

[devoutish]

Life-giving.

[Damn, Royce, that's a strong word for it.]

[bywolves]

It - well, it is, for them. [ He flushes with embarrassment. ] It was to give her color, and she said it was like drinking water after weeks in a desert.

[devoutish]

You must be a fucking brilliant kisser, mate.

[Tease, tease, tease.]

[bywolves]

Stop. [ Royce is all sorts of flustered!! He shoves at Alfie a bit. ] Stop or I'm getting up.

[devoutish]

No, don't get up; I'm sorry.

[He's definitely still grinning, though.]

[bywolves]

You're not. [ But Royce doesn't sound mad, just the sort of grouchy that's not very serious. ]

[devoutish]

How are you gonna keep up with everyone who wants to kiss you, now?

[bywolves]

Running and hiding, probably. [ He's so, so dry. ] Lock myself up in the treehouse. No girls allowed. [ A beat. ] Or boys. Going to have to become a monk.

[devoutish]

Will I have to camp out on the stairs and serenade you until you open up for me?

[bywolves]

Would you do that?

[devoutish]

[He sings a few terribly-accented lines of an Italian song that Sabini's men like to break into when they get really drunk.]

[bywolves]

[ Which has Royce dissolving into a quiet little laugh even as he's reaching up to put his hand over Alfie's mouth. ]

No, no, mar's sake. Sorry I asked, of course you would. [ He's teasing. ]