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[devoutish]

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[devoutish]

[Alfie touches Royce's chest, featherlight.]

Ah, well. I suppose I'll need to savor it, then.

[bywolves]

[ Royce blinks, glancing down at the touch, and then pulls his hand away. ]

Sorry. That isn't - I'm okay. [ He says - just in case Alfie thinks he's feeling badly. ]

[devoutish]

I know. I can tell.

[He pulls his hand back too, though.]

[bywolves]

[ A beat, and then Royce takes another drink - he's starting to feel lightheaded, a bit. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie gives him a glance, just to make sure that he's not feeling weird or uncomfortable - it's usually easy to pick up on that, if only because it closes him off.]

All right, my turn--

[He reaches to swipe the bottle.]

[bywolves]

[ He looks like he feels okay - and he feels like he feels okay, too, content. There's the slightest bit of discomfort as always just because he's so unused to sincere emotional displays, but. It's nothing serious. ]

You're going to have half the bottle done before I get drunk. [ Royce ribs at him, smiling. ]

[devoutish]

You say that as if you're not nearly drunk already.

[bywolves]

Shh. [ Royce says, huffily. ] I'm not even close.

[ He hasn't eaten, so he's a little close. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah, you are. I can tell these things; I've got a sense for it.

[Another ankle-kick.]

We never put on the film.

[bywolves]

[ Royce kicks him in return. ]

I can go put it on. You have to let go of me, though.

[devoutish]

Oh, well, then; never mind. I'd rather not.

[He curls closer, just to prove his point.]

I'd rather keep you here than have a film.

[bywolves]

[ Snort. Royce wraps an arm around him, resting his head against Alfie's shoulder. ]

Really? I don't believe you.

[devoutish]

What shall I do to prove it to you, then?

[bywolves]

Hm. [ He closes his eyes, thinking. ] I should make you compose a song for me or something along those lines, but really, the fact that you're practically in my lap is proof enough.

[devoutish]

[He pauses for a few moments, and then starts in with:]

Royce, oh Royce, how can I explain what you mean to me--

[Yes, this is being sung in some sort of tune.]

[bywolves]

No - no, no! No more singing! [ Royce says hurriedly, slapping a hand over Alfie's mouth. ] I've had enough singing for a lifetime.

[devoutish]

[Chuckling, Alfie bats at his hand.]

All right, all right; fucking hell. What's gotten into you, eh?

[bywolves]

[ HEAVY SIGH. ]

Monty keeps cornering me and singing to me. Music happens and everything. It's too much.

[devoutish]

Hm. You could give him a kick in the balls.

[bywolves]

[ Royce opens his mouth - and just barely stops himself from saying what was going to come out. He flushes slightly instead, and grabs for the bottle to drink from it. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie hmmmms again, nudging his chin into his shoulder.]

You're definitely a bit drunk, yeah.

[bywolves]

Shh. [ Royce grumbles, chewing at the lip of the bottom absently. ] It's been a while since I've had this much this fast.

[devoutish]

Do you wanna stop?

[He asks, taking another sip for himself.]

[bywolves]

No. [ Grabby hands. ] Kind of want to regret it in the morning.

[devoutish]

I'm sorry.

[He curls a lock of Royce's hair around his finger, then tucks it behind his ear.]

I had the idea of trying to make this a fun evening for you.

[But he's starting to get the feeling that it's not going to turn out that way.]