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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

[ Royce clumsily goes, curling up with him. ]

Don't know. Probably thinks it's like with them. Lady sleeps on Bear more than half the time.

[devoutish]

[Alfie grins, pressing his face down into Royce's shoulder.]

I meant drunk.

[bywolves]

Oh. [ A beat, and then Royce just cackles helplessly into his shoulder. ]

[devoutish]

You are also-- you're also fucking ridiculous, mate. More than me.

[bywolves]

I'm drunk, is what I am. [ Royce corrects, nosing up against Alfie's jaw. ] It's hard enough to recognize what you're saying when I'm sober, let alone tipsy.

[devoutish]

Fuggoff.

[He murmurs, purposefully slurring into incomprehensibility even more for the sole purpose of being a shit. He angles his face to give Royce better access, enjoying the touch.]

[bywolves]

[ He laughs again, but doesn't say much more. He's half a bottle of wine drunk, which means he's way more touchy than normal. With a hum, he keeps nosing at Alfie's jaw for a bit before getting tired and sinking down to rest his head on Alfie's chest, instead.

Something in him protests, but he ignores it, yawning. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie shivers a little, but it's a good shiver. Keep spoiling him, please. When Royce pulls away to rest, he makes a tiny grumpy sound in protest, but immediately settles his hand on Royce's head to stroke his fingers through his hair.]

[bywolves]

[ Have the most content sigh in the entire world, Alfie. Floaty and sleepy and being petted is the best physical state in the world. Absently, Royce strokes his fingers over the tank top Alfie's wearing, barely paying attention. ]

Have you - have you ever... [ Royce starts, then then stops. ]

[devoutish]

Mmm?

[He yawns too, sinking further into the mattress.]

[bywolves]

[ A pause, then: ] Mm. Nothing. I'm - making thoughts into words is hard, at the moment.

[devoutish]

[He pats Royce's cheek, suppressing another yawn.]

You can try.

[bywolves]

[ Nooo, he's yawning too. ]

Nothing important. I forgot already.

[devoutish]

Fucking ridiculous.

[He says, with all the fondness and affection in the world.]

[bywolves]

[ He rumbles out a sigh of a sound, very comfortable. He's going to fall asleep if Alfie doesn't keep him awake - drunk and warm is basically a lullaby. ]

[devoutish]

[Here's the thing about getting drunk when you're creeping up on fifty: hangovers are a bitch. Alfie sleeps decently, but he wakes with a pounding headache, the kind that has him feeling like he doesn't want to move for, oh, a good five days. Royce is still lying on him, though, so that's nice. Somewhere along the line, Alfie's arms have fallen off of his back, so he fixes that by wrapping them around him again.]

And to think just hours ago I was thinking about how we should drink more often.

[He mutters, mostly to himself.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce groans, and wriggles until the sun is nowhere near his eyes or face. This means he has to move in order to bury himself himself under Alfie, but it's worth it.

And then he mumbles something that sounds like a garbled shhhut up. No. No talking, no waking up. Does not want to deal with headache, thanks. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie grins, rolling onto his stomach when Royce moves off of him so that he can wrap his arms around him again.]

We can stay here all day.

[bywolves]

Mmf. [ Royce huffs. He settles into Alfie's grip. ]

This is your fault. [ He says grumpily, though it's very much not serious. ]

[devoutish]

Yes, it is. But it was one of the better nights we've had in a while, wasn't it?

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ Less grumpy: ] That's your fault too.

[devoutish]

Mm. When we would get drunk in Norfinbury, it was always because we were upset.

[He wanted to have the opposite experience with Royce.]

[bywolves]

Mostly wasn't, last night. [ Royce says, nosing against Alfie's collarbone. ]

We're safe here. [ A long pause, then: ] I do want coffee, though.

[devoutish]

What, now?

[bywolves]

What? [ He squints up at him. ] I want coffee. Before we stay the whole day here.

[ Come on, keep up with Royce's disjointed headache brain train of thought. ]