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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[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.

[devoutish]

And it will.

[bywolves]

Fine. [ Huff. ] So. Feasts. Praying. I'll be there.

[devoutish]

I'm thinking of inviting John and Meulin, as well. A few others.

[Emily is a given, of course; that she'll be there goes without saying.]

[bywolves]

Are you talking with John again? [ A beat. ] And still -- talking with Meulin?

[devoutish]

Yes, and yes, though I've only fucked one of them on a private island.

[bywolves]

[ if royce had water he'd spittake ]

You did - what?