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[log] we wear red so they don't see us bleed [closed]
Characters: Royce Melborn, Alfie Solomons
Location: Building 141
Date: Day 242, morning
Summary: Both boys are monsters, figuratively and literally.
Warnings: Body horror, possible gore, warnings for other things in subject headers
141: A post office, long-abandoned. There are a few empty white plastic bins where mail was once piled up, and the lobby area is still remarkably clean and polished. The back area isn't locked, so if you like you can go through the back and see the office with its locked safe and the back door that leads to the downtown area. Trees, impossibly tall men, and lots of Ⓧs have been drawn on the walls, along with ball-like things that are made up of tentacles and beaks and death and one circle in green crayon that's been scribbled over in charcoal.
Location: Building 141
Date: Day 242, morning
Summary: Both boys are monsters, figuratively and literally.
Warnings: Body horror, possible gore, warnings for other things in subject headers
141: A post office, long-abandoned. There are a few empty white plastic bins where mail was once piled up, and the lobby area is still remarkably clean and polished. The back area isn't locked, so if you like you can go through the back and see the office with its locked safe and the back door that leads to the downtown area. Trees, impossibly tall men, and lots of Ⓧs have been drawn on the walls, along with ball-like things that are made up of tentacles and beaks and death and one circle in green crayon that's been scribbled over in charcoal.
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SCREAMS that should have been "more blame than I'm due" fucking homophones
I FIGURED
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[ She's still humming. She reaches out and smooths her hand down the side of his face, and Royce chokes a little at the sensation. ]
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[He's not often at a loss for words, but he doesn't know what to say here.]
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... Alfie. [ He's too far gone to try to do the last name thing, it just. Doesn't matter. ]
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[And it's true. Maybe for a few days at a time here and there, but long-term? Anyone else would drive him crazy, he thinks.]
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Don't be on your own. Someone has to look after you. [ It's half a joke. Maybe hard to tell with the way his voice wavers in volume, like he can't force the words out. ]
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Sleep well, mate. Royce. I love you, yeah?
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He murmurs something that sounds like agreement, like an you too, and then falls silent completely. Alfie can listen to Gwen singing softly for a while longer, if he wants. ]
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