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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

Yeah, all right. We don't need to get one, if you'd rather not.

[bywolves]

I didn't say that. [ Huff. ] Come on. This one looks fine. Let's go.

[devoutish]

[Huff!! He pulls back a little, but only because it'll be too hot to drape all over Royce once they're outside.]

[bywolves]

[ It's fine, Royce takes his hand instead. He drags Alfie off towards the treehouse - though not before he whistles for their animals to come along. Lady weaves between their feet, meowing, as Bear practically runs ahead of them to go sniff everything.

Once they climb the stairs, Royce opens the door for Alfie. After you. ]

[devoutish]

Thank you--

[Alfie ushers the animals in with him, nudging Bear towards the rug in hopes that he won't make an immediate leap for the bed.]

Now I'm gonna have a shower, so that you'll touch me and all.

[bywolves]

[ Bear grunts, and dutifully goes towards the rug to sprawl out. Who knows how long he'll stay there. Lady, on the other hand, climbs to the tallest point she can and settles down for a nap.

Royce flops down on the bed, grinning at Alfie. ] All of this could've been avoided if you'd just worn the shirt, you know.

[devoutish]

You don't think I'd still be sweating even if I had?

[He gives Lady a pat as he passes by the TV on its stand, ducking into the bathroom.]

[bywolves]

[ She mrowls happily when he does. Royce, on the other hand, shrugs as Alfie vanishes. ]

Probably. Not as much, though.

[devoutish]

Enough that you'd fuss about it.

[And then he switches on the shower, after giving himself the last word.]

[bywolves]

[ Ass. Royce laughs to himself, and then flops out on the bed. Alfie likely won't take long, but Royce dozes anyway, like a cat in the sunlight that comes through the skylight above him. Lady comes to join him, sprawled out lazily on the bed next to him. ]

[devoutish]

[He takes about fifteen minutes - more than long enough to get the sweat off, but he luxuriates for a bit, too. After shutting the water off, he pokes his head out, sees Royce dozing, and smiles to himself before ducking back in to dress.

He'll come back out about ten minutes after that, mostly dried and dressed in boxers and that tank top. He still looks pretty ridiculous in it.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is still dozing, but Lady peers up at Alfie when he comes out of the bathroom. She purrs sleepily, stretching out in his direction and pulling herself closer to him. Pets now, kthx. ]

[devoutish]

[He gives her another little scritch and very quiet hello before padding his way over to the bed (and snagging a bottle of wine on the way).

Setting the wine on the bedside table, he stretches out next to Royce, crossing his legs at the ankle and resting one foot on top of the other.]

I almost don't want to wake you.

[He murmurs under his breath, as he leans in to perch his chin on Royce's shoulder.]

[bywolves]

[ That is insufficient petting, Alfie, but she allows it for now. She knows when the two are settling down to cuddle so she'll get her pets soon enough. As for Royce, he doesn't move, but he murmurs, in return: ]

Can't wake someone who isn't sleeping. You took forever.

[devoutish]

I didn't. Ten minutes, that's all.

[Ten plus fifteen plus probably a few more, but okay. He reaches for Royce's hand, knitting their fingers together.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce hums, peeking open an eye. ] Your time perception is terrible.

Now we're both cooled down and sweating much less. Thankfully.

[devoutish]

You're lucky I'm not making you shower, too.

[bywolves]

I don't sweat. [ Royce says primly - which is only half true. He does, he just doesn't as much. Because half elves are weird. ]

[devoutish]

Yes, yes; you're physically perfect in every way. Do elves really not sweat at all?

[bywolves]

[ Snortlaugh. ] I don't know about full elves.

I just don't sweat much. Not as much as you or Hadrian.

[devoutish]

Does Hadrian give you shit for it, as well?

[bywolves]

Not to my face. He likely thinks it.

[devoutish]

Well, that's me, innit; speaking things that other people keep inside.

[He grabs the wine bottle with his free hand and brings it over, settling it in Royce's lap.]

[bywolves]

It is. [ Royce agrees, taking the wine bottle. He nudges at Alfie. ] Sit up. Can't drink lying down or I'll drown.

[devoutish]

[Alfie lets go of Royce's hand so he can scoot up in bed.]

There we go.