[log] love, let the poison bleed out of me [closed]

[bywolves]

Characters: Alfie Solomons & Royce Melborn
Location: Downtown, Building 150
Date: Day 229-230
Summary: A couple of girls chase a couple of guys.
Warnings: Nothing out of the usual - violence, description of anomalies, language. Event stuff!

150: A small toy store that sells old-fashioned toys. Dusty, long-forgotten dolls, wooden blocks, and rubber balls line the shelves. There are a few board games, and even some stuffed animals, with polar bears and seals being favored alongside more traditional teddy bears. While the building seems normal enough, it has an eerie feel to it. Are the dolls moving around while you're not looking at them? There's a door near the back that leads to an employees only area, but it's completely empty except for one a chair that has a note glued heavily onto it. The note reads "dont trust the toys. i took a marionette apart and it put itself back together overnight plus every other toy moved up against this door. the chair kept the door closed fine but i still wouldnt trust them". At least there's also a public bathroom readily available.

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[bywolves]

Merea. [ It's nice to have this. It's nice to not be alone. ]

[devoutish]

[In a pretty good (better than in the past) imitation of Royce's accent, Alfie says:]

Now, do you think you can sleep, you fucking brideeth?

[bywolves]

[ Dammit, it makes him laugh - the laugh is surprised out of him, but he still laughs. ]

Alright, mate. Think I could manage to give that a fucking try, yeah. [ Like he's going to let Alfie get away with parroting his accent without trying to parrot Alfie's own back at him. ]

[devoutish]

[God.]

I don't say "mate" that much, do I. Nor "yeah".

[Yes you do, Alfie; they're practically verbal tics.]

[bywolves]

Yeah is practically a period for you. [ Royce tells him, glancing over. He sounds tired, but at least he doesn't sound wrecked, like he did before. ] I spend all my time with you, Solomons, I know exactly what you sound like.

[devoutish]

I spend all my time in my own head, don't I? Think I'd know how I talk. Y--

[He catches himself just in time, then bites back on a chuckle.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce rolls his head to the side and gives Alfie a lazy, knowing grin. He heard that. ]

[devoutish]

That one was purposeful.

[Clearly.]

[bywolves]

Mm. My mistake. Purposeful in the way you stopped yourself before saying it too?

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[bywolves]

[ Snort.

He doesn't reply, though. Just lays back and keeps his eyes closed. He's pretty sure he's tired enough to sleep more. ]

[devoutish]

[Good.

Right before he drops off, Alfie throws a pair of thick, warm socks at him.]