[ Royce keeps looking, but it doesn't seem like it's because Alfie said - it's more like Royce is keeping an eye on a threat. Royce's claws slide against each other threateningly, like the sound of a sword being pulled from a sheathe. The cloak ripples, and Royce bares his teeth, a horrifying array of jagged, rusty metal jutting out of a too-wide mouth. The noise he makes is a warning, full of static.
But he hasn't attacked. And across the room, Gwen watches with a sad expression, hair falling into her face. ]
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But he hasn't attacked. And across the room, Gwen watches with a sad expression, hair falling into her face. ]