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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

Do you wanna tell me more about it?

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ Royce goes back to petting Alfie's hair. ] We went out to sit in the woods. The trees showed me a place for us to sit. We talked about exploring the ocean, and K made... flower headpieces, for all of us.

[ He sounds amused. ]

[devoutish]

And where's yours now?

[bywolves]

I took it off, because I'd never hear the end of it from you if I wore it home.

[devoutish]

But have you still got it?

[bywolves]

Left it at K's house.

[devoutish]

[Lame, Royce.]

That's a shame. I would've liked a photo.

[bywolves]

I bet you would've.

I'll bring one home next time, but you can't take a photo.

[devoutish]

What if I let you put it on me?

[bywolves]

I will happily do that anyway. Still no photo.

[devoutish]

Royce Melborn, you drive a hard bargain.

[Pause.]

Are you lot gonna have holidays and things?

[bywolves]

... Huh. I don't know. [ Royce says, after a moment. ] Maybe. That's what proper religions do, right? I don't know how proper we are.

I'll have to bring it up.

[devoutish]

If you do-- well. I'd come along, for something that was public.

[He has no interest in worshipping Zephyr, but Royce has celebrated his holidays with him, and he wants to do the same in turn.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce isn't even really interested in worshiping Zephyr either. The way the meeting went today feels more like his speed. ]

You would? [ Royce asks, lips twitching into a smile. ] If it was going to be something, it'd likely just be... ah, I don't know. A music festival with plenty of food. Like Zephyr's birthday.

[devoutish]

I would, yeah. No matter what it is. I'd want to be there for you; I'd want to celebrate with you.

[bywolves]

[ Ah, a real, full smile from Royce. ]

... Thank you.

[devoutish]

[Alfie smiles back, and settles further into his side.]

Everything that is important to you is important to me. There aren't any exceptions to that, mate.

[bywolves]

[ Royce pulls him as close as he can without hurting him. ]

If I didn't know that by now, I'd really be an idiot. [ Royce murmurs. ] It is important, though I still hesitate to really call it... a religion. I don't think it is, really.

[devoutish]

Then what would you call it?

[bywolves]

I don't know.

A support group? An encouragement group? [ a collection of wannabe zephyr dads ]

[devoutish]

That sounds nice. Perhaps Zephyr themself with start coming to your meetings, eh?

[bywolves]

[ Alfie gets a little pulse of happiness and pride from Royce, at that. ]

Maybe. I'm going to send them a letter and tell them we're holding them. If anything, they can at least listen to the piano that K plays. And that I play, eventually.

[devoutish]

[Royce gets the exact same feelings back. The happiness is self-explanatory, but the pride is specifically pride in Royce: pride that he's actively trying to find a place in this world, and pride that he cares so much about its development.]

Have you got a favorite song yet?

[bywolves]

Yeah, but I don't know the name of it. I've been trying to learn it. [ And you know he's basking in that pride. That feels good. ] I can play it for you sometime.

[devoutish]

Hum it.

[He suggests, starting to hum something himself (a popular tune from home, though he also can't remember the name) and then stopping near-immediately as he breaks into coughs. Humming is harder on his throat than talking, it turns out.]