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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

Mmf, no. I'm awake. [ And he pushes himself up to sit to prove it, pushing his hair back out of his face and giving Alfie a sleepy look. A beat, then: ]

Is that what you made me? [ He holds out a hand. C'mere. ]

[devoutish]

[It is. Alfie unrolls it carefully, and hands it out to him.

It's a picture of Royce - a pencil drawing, one of the many drawings that Alfie has been working on in his new sketchbook. It's a portrait from the shoulders up, and Royce has his head thrown back and is laughing, eyes closed and hair loose. It's really very well-done, and very lifelike - for all the trouble he's been having with getting landscape scenes to look right, he's pretty damn good at doing faces.]

[bywolves]

[ Oh. Wow. Wow, that's...

Royce stares at it for a long, long moment, holding it. He runs his fingers over the hair, looking sort of awed. It looks just like him. There's a long pause, and then, soft: ]

Alfie. [ He's amazed. ]

[devoutish]

Do you like it, then?

[bywolves]

I - yes, of course I like it. [ Royce says, staring down at it in awe. ] Alfie... it's amazing. I didn't know you could draw like this.

[devoutish]

I'm done some more of you.

[A good third of them involve Royce in some way, honestly.]

[bywolves]

It's lifelike. [ Royce murmurs, and then he looks up at Alfie, expression soft. ] Thank you. This is...

I've never had someone draw me before.

[devoutish]

You keep it. That's for you.

[bywolves]

Okay. [ He looks back down at the drawing, and then very carefully and gingerly rolls it up, not wanting to damage it in any way. ] I'll keep it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie eases back onto the bed next to him, settling an arm around his shoulders.]

I've also been meaning to tell you - I've got some holidays coming up, I think. I don't know the date here, of course, but they would be around this time.

[bywolves]

Yeah? [ Royce asks, glancing at him. ] Like what?

I think Ienzo has a calendar. You could ask him for specifics.

[devoutish]

Yeah, but we've got our own calendar, remember. They were gonna put together a calendar for this world, but I've got no way to know what the Hebrew date is.

[bywolves]

Oh.

[ A pause. ] Is there any way to figure out when the Hebrew dates are? And what holidays?

[devoutish]

The new year and the day of atonement. And-- no. This is an entirely different world, mate; there are no Hebrew dates here.

[bywolves]

[ Royce frowns. ]

... Okay. [ He sounds slightly put out, but. ] What do you do for those?

[devoutish]

Feasts, mostly. Prayers. Will you be there for them?

[bywolves]

Yes, of course I will.

[devoutish]

Thank you.

[He squeezes Royce's hand.]

-- The bit about the Hebrew dates; were you irritated by that?

[bywolves]

No, it's just another thing that I can't help with. [ Royce says, vaguely grouchy about it. ] Don't worry about it.

[devoutish]

[Yeah, he'd thought that might have been it.]

Royce, you know you're helping more by saying that you'll come than you would by somehow figuring out some dates.

[bywolves]

[ His jaw works. ] Yes, I know. Like I said, don't worry about it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie rests a hand on his jaw.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes an effort to loosen it, ease up. ]

It's fine. I just get tired of hearing I can't fix things. It's fine. Don't get worked up about it.

[devoutish]

Do I seem worked up about it?

[bywolves]

No, and I'd like it to stay that way.