IC contact for wethelost

[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]

[ 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. ]

[devoutish]

Oof.

[He's not expecting that at all, so it actually catches him. He sprawls, halfway on top of Royce, and pushes himself up with a little huff.]

Ass.

[bywolves]

[ Royce grins at him, shoving him off the rest of the way and onto the pillows. ]

Mm. That is me, yes.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Alfie rolls onto his stomach, closing his eyes. Do your worst, Mr. Masseuse.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce hums, and then sits up to start massaging. It's old hat by now, and he's pretty good at it, honestly. ]

[devoutish]

[And Alfie is, naturally, dozing off within minutes. Looks like he owes Royce that five quid.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce just laughs quietly to himself, not letting up. He'll let Alfie doze, and eventually, when he thinks Alfie's out, he lays down next to the gangster and closes his own eyes. He could use a nap. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie will nap for a good hour or so, semi-aware but mostly asleep. But eventually, he'll crack an eye and peer down at Royce.]

I've still got something to give you.

[He says it quietly, so that he won't disturb Royce if he's really out of it.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes a grumbling sound and pulls the blanket up and over his head. He's awake. Mostly. Sleepily: ] Don't wanna walk back.

[devoutish]

It's something I made you.

[bywolves]

[ A beat. ] You made me something?

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah. With my own two hands.

[bywolves]

[ Royce pulls the blanket closer. Hruff grumble hrrr. ] Can't you just bring it here?

[devoutish]

I could.

[Pause.]

It's not-- useful. It's only a decoration.

[He doesn't want Royce to get his hopes up that it's something amazing.]

[bywolves]

[ He scowls and slaps a hand over to whack Alfie's arm. Gently. ]

Don't be stupid. It doesn't have to be useful to be important to me.

[devoutish]

I know that.

[He pinches Royce's elbow. Also gently.]

It's nothing like a knife or a cane, that's all.

[bywolves]

It doesn't need to be. I wasn't expecting you to have crafted me a dagger or something, Alfie. [ He is curious though. ]

[devoutish]

You never know, Royce; I may decide to one day learn metalsmithing.

[bywolves]

If you do, I'd hope you'd teach me.

[devoutish]

Do you know what a blowtorch is, Royce?

[bywolves]

I know about the concept of blowtorches, Alfie. I've not used one.