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 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.

[devoutish]

Neither have I, but if I learned, I could use it to make you a knife.

[Joking? Not joking? It's a mystery.]

[bywolves]

As long as you don't burn the house down. Or burn yourself.

[devoutish]

I can't promise not to burn myself; there's a learning curve, right.

[bywolves]

Then I'll have to wish away the burns. [ Royce hums, only half-joking. ]

[devoutish]

You've got yourself a deal.

[Alfie leans over, kisses him on the cheek, and then moves to stand.]

Right. I'll be back - I'm gonna go get your gift.

[bywolves]

[ His lips twitch in a smile at the kiss on the cheek, and then he rolls over on his stomach and curls up with his pillow. ]

I'll be here.