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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]

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

You do? What?

[devoutish]

Well, you'll have to wait and see next time we're at the house, won't you.

[bywolves]

[ He wrinkles his nose at Alfie. ] I hate surprises.

[ But he doesn't say it seriously. He sounds like he's trying to be grumpy as a joke. ]

[devoutish]

It's a good sort of surprise.

[bywolves]

You could just tell me.

[devoutish]

That's much less fun for me, Royce; it means I won't get to see the look on your face when I show you.

[bywolves]

[ Huff. ]

Fine. It won't be a surprise until later, anyway, since we're going back to the treehouse.

[devoutish]

Yeah. I want you brimming with anticipation and all.

[bywolves]

[ He rolls his eyes, but he's amused. ]

Tree first. You're going to end up napping once we get there.

[devoutish]

Nah, I'm not tired.

[bywolves]

You will be after I give you a massage. You usually are.

[devoutish]

I'll bet you five quid I stay awake.

[bywolves]

[ Amused sniff. ] Sure.

[devoutish]

You don't even know what a quid is, do you.

[bywolves]

Nope.

[devoutish]

[Alfie chuckles under his breath, nudging Royce up the steps in front of him.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce heads on up the stairs and back into the treehouse, and goes straight for the bed, kicking off his boots. He takes off his cloak finally, too, and then flops down on the bed. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie stops to stand next to the bed, looking down at him with a little smile on his face.]

Comfortable?

[bywolves]

I am now, yes. [ He yawns, stretching out like a cat. ]

[devoutish]

I like seeing you like this.

[He says, leaning against the wall.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce peeks up at him, with a hum. ]

I vastly prefer being this way, Lay down.

[devoutish]

And what if I'd rather look at you?

[bywolves]

You're welcome to, but I can't imagine it'll be very fun.

[devoutish]

[In response, Alfie grabs the end of a blanket and flicks Royce with it.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce laughs, batting at him, and then sits up to kick his leg out and trip Alfie a bit into laying on the bed. ]