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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]

[ It's nearing the end of the godling's game, the two weeks of Tombs and Taverns, and Royce is feeling better physically and worse emotionally. The snow always gets him, every year. And with everything that's been going on, he's feeling - he's just feeling sad, is all. So when Alfie comes home, Royce is waiting on the couch, in two jackets and his cloak, plus fuzzy warm socks and boots. He's still a little pale and a little sniffly, but. ]

Don't take off your coat. [ Royce tells him. ] I want to take you somewhere.

[devoutish]

[It's a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. He holds out an arm to Royce - considering fussing about him overheating, sitting indoors all bundled up like that, but then deciding against it.]

All right.

[bywolves]

[ He's really, really cold, is all. He takes Alfie's arm, and curls into his side - it's more needy than normal, the way he clings. He starts to lead them down the path, towards the rec center. ]

[devoutish]

[They're going slowly enough for Alfie to tilt his head into Royce's, resting his cheek against his hair.]

Is this a surprise, or can you tell me where we're going?

[bywolves]

For coffee, first. [ Royce murmurs, matching Alfie's pace. ]

You'll see about the after.

[devoutish]

Mm. We're gonna have to come up with a poem if we want coffee.

[bywolves]

I've been using the same elvish one for months now.

[devoutish]

What, that one you used the last time? And he keeps taking it?

[bywolves]

Mmhm. I don't think he speaks elvish.

[devoutish]

And here I've been coming up with something different each time.

[He gives a small, amused huff, pulling Royce closer.]

I was gonna do "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star".

[bywolves]

[ Royce smiles, wrapping an arm around Alfie's waist. ]

You still can. I'd love to hear that from you.

[devoutish]

Well, I'm not gonna sing it.

[He'd totally sing it if Royce asked him to.]

[bywolves]

It's funnier if you just say it rather than sing it, anyway.

[devoutish]

I'll tell him I made it up, shall I? Wrote it meself, on the way over.

[bywolves]

[ Royce looks amused. ]

Sure. I'd be surprised if someone had never used that rhyme before, but go ahead.

[ They're coming up on the rec center, anyway. Royce dislodges himself just enough to open the door for Alfie. ]

[devoutish]

[He murmurs a thanks, catching it for Royce once he's through.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce reaches to hold onto Alfie's hand tightly before making his way in. He gives his elvish poem, just a line or two. He gestures for Alfie to go ahead. ]

[devoutish]

[Very seriously, he recites:]

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star; how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond int he sky".

[Apparently it's good enough, because he gets his coffee, just like Royce.]

[bywolves]

[ It makes Royce laugh, quietly. He sips his coffee happily - he's mostly just glad he can taste it at all - and waits for Alfie to rejoin him. And once he has, Royce hums from under his like, eighteen layers: ]

Are you up for a visit to the Islands?

[devoutish]

Are you?

[He asks, giving in to a little bit of fussing.]

[bywolves]

[ He smiles a bit. ]

Yeah. It's warm there. I feel better, mostly. Just sniffing. I'll make it.

[devoutish]

Will we sail?

[bywolves]

Mmhm. I can work a sailboat.

I'd like to see the glowing crystals closer up. I have a bag I put together for us, too. It's out by the beach already.

[devoutish]

[Alfie smiles, leaning in to bump shoulders.]

Yeah. Yeah, let's do it, then; let's go.

[bywolves]

[ Royce looks relieved, almost, when Alfie agrees. Like maybe he was expecting a no. Pleased, he takes Alfie's hand and leads him out, towards the beach. ]