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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[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.

[bywolves]

[ Sitting up, Royce sprawls against Alfie's side. It's warm, but the trees are doing a good job of making sure the sun isn't too overbearing through the skylight. ]

Mm. [ Royce hums in agreement, uncorking the bottle. ] There we go.

[devoutish]

[Alfie drapes both arms around Royce, pulling him closer.]

Comfortable?

[bywolves]

Mmhm. Always. [ He says, pleased. Here goes the first sip, which he enjoys very much. ]

[devoutish]

Right. Is getting drunk still the plan, then?

[bywolves]

I don't know, is it? You're the one who suggested it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie lightly kicks him in the ankle.]

It is, yeah.

[bywolves]

[ With a bit of a grin, he takes another swig, and then hands the bottle to Alfie. ]

Yeah, mate.

[devoutish]

Mar above.

[He swipes the bottle and takes a swig of his own.]

I seem to remember you once telling me that drinking out of the bottle like this was fucking sacrilege. How far we have fallen, eh?

[bywolves]

It still is. [ Royce says, dramatically. ] But I'm too old to care about what sort of sin I'm committing. And I'm comfortable. Don't want to get up to get glasses.

[devoutish]

Mmm. I'm not sure that we have any up here, anyway. Terrible oversight.

[bywolves]

[ Royce just shrugs, mightily, and nudges Alfie to drink. Go on. ]

[devoutish]

[He takes another, longer swig, then hands the bottle back.]

Oi. Royce.

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes a hmmm? sound as he takes a swig of his own. This one is one he savors a bit more. ]

[devoutish]

[Instead of saying anything, he shares a wave of affection and appreciation. He's in his favorite place right now: right next to Royce.]

[bywolves]

[ Oh. That makes him melty, resting his head on Alfie's shoulder, giving him a flood of appreciation and affection right back, letting it soak into both of them. He's so very happy to be here. ]

Hmmm. I like that.

[devoutish]

I like you.

[bywolves]

[ Royce laughs, elbowing him. ] I'd have to be an idiot not to realize that, at this point.

[ was that a confession, alfie ]

[devoutish]

Well, it's always worth saying. Gimme that bottle.