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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

Mm-- I suppose it's not entirely that. It just seems strange, to me. Like wearing a swimming costume on the street.

[bywolves]

Hm. I suppose.

If you're uncomfortable doing it, don't, but I think nobody is going to give you a second look if you walk through the Meadous with a short sleeved shirt. They don't look at me.

[devoutish]

I'm not self-conscious about it. I'm just not accustomed to it, that's all.

[bywolves]

Okay. [ A beat. ] Put on a shirt, then, and let's go.

[devoutish]

Pants, too.

[Long pants. Someone please convince him to wear a full summer outfit. He'll even grab his hat when they're on the way out the door.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce just gives him a look. ]

You're going to have to change and shower before I get anywhere close to you, once we're there. [ Royce tells him, wrinkling his nose. ]

[devoutish]

Old habits.

[He says with a grin. But he is carrying a change of clothes along with him - a pair of boxers, and that tank top of Royce's that he'd tried on.]

[bywolves]

One day I'll train you out of those old habits. [ Royce huffs, nudging him. It's too hot for him to lean all up against Alfie like normal, but he does link their arms as they walk. ]

[devoutish]

[Bear and Lady follow; they don't stay right at their heels and they both make occasional detours to investigate things off the path, but they're clearly along for the ride here.]

That's very confident of you.

[Alfie says, nudging him back.]

But Mar's sake, surely I could just as easily have you picking up some of my habits instead.

[bywolves]

[ Royce laughs a bit at Mar's sake, making a face. ]

You already have me picking up on your habits. Mm, yeah, mate. [ Plus random slang. ]

[devoutish]

You sound like Ecks when you say that, not me.

[bywolves]

Not when I use it regularly, mate. [ Royce huffs at him. ] I'm sure you've heard it.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I have.

[And surprise, he really likes it.]

Fucking infecting each other, we are.

[bywolves]

Mm. [ He nudges him again. ] I don't really mind. I like knowing that I know you well.

[devoutish]

So do I, of course. I hope you never question that.

[bywolves]

No, I don't. [ A pause. ] You've been very dedicated to verbally making sure I know that you care, lately.

[devoutish]

Yeah, you've said before that it helps. Am I overdoing it?

[bywolves]

[ He smiles a bit. ] No, you're not. It's not a bad thing. I like it when you listen.

YELLS i thought i answered this this morning

[devoutish]

And I like listening to whatever it is that you have to say.

[He's a big old sap. And they're nearly at the library now, so he's just going to gently steer Royce towards the doors.]

ITS OK i wasnt home all day anyway

[bywolves]

[ Aw, Alfie. Royce heads towards the library, ushering Alfie inside. ]

You pick the film. [ Royce says, grinning. ]

same

[devoutish]

Oi. That wasn't the plan; we both pick the film.

[bywolves]

[ Huff. ]

I don't think anything is funny. [ HUFF. ]

[devoutish]

You think fewer things are funny. That's all the more reason for you to pick it out. I might pick the wrong thing.

[bywolves]

[ Royce hums, dragging Alfie along to look at the movies. When he finds one that looks acceptable, he shows it to Alfie and shrugs slightly. Eh. Good enough. He's not as interested in that as he is interested in the fact that they've got wine at the treehouse. ]

[devoutish]

I suppose that's as much of a rousing endorsement as I'm gonna get.

[He takes the box, peering at it. Huh. Okay.]

I've never even heard of this.