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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

You.

[ur cute.]

[bywolves]

[ WEH. Royce grumbles, sitting up and plucking at his shirt, trying to fan himself. ]

I didn't even do anything.

[devoutish]

Mmmm. I like it when you share your feelings, though. Sometimes it feels like you're not even doing it on purpose.

[Like it's become natural and automatic.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce smiles just a little. Tilts his head back, to look at Alfie over his shoulder. ]

Mm. This time wasn't on purpose. I can't help it sometimes. Just happens.

[devoutish]

That doesn't bother you, does it?

[bywolves]

No. It's a little embarrassing sometimes, I suppose, but not terrible.

[devoutish]

Not terrible at all.

[Have some nice feelings of peace and contentment, Royce.

But then Alfie sits up with a groan, idly rubbing at his knee.]

-- Well, what do you think? Shall we go look for a film?

[bywolves]

[ He likes those feelings, and he gives Alfie a little back of his own - kind of like an emotional hug. ]

Yeah. Let's go look. Are you sure you don't want to try on one of my shirts?

[devoutish]

Yeah, I do. I do want to, actually.

[Pause.]

You don't mean out of the house, do you?

[bywolves]

[ Royce looks amused. ]

Yes, I did. It won't kill you to be seen in a short sleeved shirt, Alfie.

[devoutish]

[He flicks Royce on the nose.]

I would look ridiculous in public, Royce Melborn; do you want that for me?

[bywolves]

You would not. [ He argues, wrinkling his nose. He pinches Alfie in the side. ] You'd look fine. I'm going to wish for short sleeves for you.

[devoutish]

[He lifts one of his arms and curls it, like he's showing off his muscles.]

[bywolves]

Yeah, see? [ Royce says, grinning a bit. ] You look fine. Better than me.

[devoutish]

Give me one of your shirts and I'll try it on. But I'm not gonna wear it out.

[bywolves]

[ Royce huffs, but he pulls himself to his feet and offers his hands to Alfie to pull him up. ]

[devoutish]

Thank you--

[Up he comes, only stumbling a little.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce steadies him, and then leans up to press a kiss to his temple. Just because. Since he's being gross and domestic. ]

Come on, then.

[devoutish]

Come here first.

[He's going to take Royce's face in his hands and give him a forehead kiss right back. Like you do.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce hums, low, pleased at the kiss. ]

Thanks.

[devoutish]

You're welcome, darling. Now, find me that shirt.

[bywolves]

You can come help me find that shirt. [ Royce says, amused, dragging Alfie to the bedroom with him. ]

[devoutish]

You're the one who'd know where it is.

[Grumble grumble! But Royce can pretty much drag him anywhere, so he goes along without complaint. The animals follow eagerly, bumping into their legs as they go.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce nearly trips over both Bear and Lady several times on the way to the bedroom, grouching at them. Both animals seem unconcerned with the grouching, more interested in what their humans are doing than not getting in the way. ]

Here. [ Royce says, tossing the shirt to Alfie once he's found it. ] Try it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie strips off his undershirt, tossing it out of the way (it lands on Bear's head; Bear seems fine with this) before pulling on the shirt Royce is offering. It's not tight on him - though it'd be baggy on Royce, just like the shirt he's wearing now - but the proportions are off, and it was clearly meant for someone of Royce's build rather than someone of Alfie's.

He turns to Royce for a verdict, knowing full well that he looks ridiculous.]