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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

I -- what? [ He slurs, squinting. ] No. I don't want Emily. I don't, I -- fuck Kid. The Kid. Death. S'stupid power that I can't...

[ Sorry, he's pretty much beyond explaining coherently. He leans heavily against Alfie, kneading at him. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie's frown deepens. Gruffly, he asks:]

What powers has he got? What did he do to you?

[bywolves]

[ More mumbling, then: ] He knows. He knows n' I didn't tell 'im.

[devoutish]

I'll hit him if you like.

[He means it, too.]

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ Royce breathes out, looking at Alfie. He's 100% not all there. ] I could kill him.

[devoutish]

[He kisses the top of Royce's head, swaying with him a little.]

I don't think you wanna do that.

[Though it's not said judgmentally, of course.]

[bywolves]

I could, though. [ He mumbles, slumping heavily into Alfie's side. He's losing steam. ] Wanna go home.

[devoutish]

I might have to carry you.

[Alfie says quietly, angling them in the direction of the treehouse. He'll start walking, slowly, when he feels like Royce is ready for it.]

[bywolves]

[ He holds on tightly as they walk. He's okay to, as long as they're slow. ]

No. [ Royce says sharply, trying to pull himself straighter. ] No. Don't carry.

[devoutish]

[He frowns a little, letting his grip go when Royce pulls away.]

I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to.

[bywolves]

[ He's still clinging, he's just trying to walk straighter or - more soberly. It's not quite working, but he's making an effort. ]

Don't hurt yourself. [ Royce says, pissy. He stubbornly takes Alfie's hand and holds onto it. Or like, most of Alfie's arm, really, because his dexterity sucks at the moment. ] Don't hurt yourself.

[devoutish]

Shhh. Not gonna hurt myself.

[He twines their fingers together as they walk.]

[bywolves]

[ He quiets down at that, curling up against Alfie's side. He'll stay quiet until they get to the treehouse, and then he'll try to climb the damn stairs. Clumsily. Badly. ]

[devoutish]

[Oh no, Royce. Alfie tightens his grip on his arm.]

Wait. Wait; go slower, mate.

[bywolves]

[ Royce stumbles, and nearly falls, trying to steady himself on Alfie. He's in bad shape, and he's stubborn, which is a bad combination. ]

S'fine. S'fine, I can. I can do it.

[devoutish]

Yeah, if you go slow. Keep hold of me.

[bywolves]

[ He's latched on pretty tightly, letting out shivery breaths. He'll let Alfie lead him up. ]

[devoutish]

[When they're about halfway up, he asks:]

Are you gonna throw up?

[Look, it's just better to know before they get inside.]

[bywolves]

Maybe. [ He mumbles, tightening his grip. His shoulders hunch. ]

[devoutish]

Sit, then.

[He lowers himself onto the stair, a little wobbly, and tugs Royce down with him.]

[bywolves]

[ Turns out that's a good thing, because the second they sit down, Royce leans over the side of the stairs and vomits down into the bushes. A little violently. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie's just going to rub his back. Let it all out, buddy.]

[bywolves]

[ He does, coughing as he finishes, leaning back to flop against Alfie, a bit teary-eyed from the effort. ]

[devoutish]

Your breath smells.

[He murmurs sweetly into Royce's ear, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and just holding him.]

[bywolves]

S-sorry. [ He sounds a little pathetic. Feels that way too as he limply lays there. He's very close to passing out entirely. ]