[log] how deep are we gonna go with this?

[bywolves]

Characters: Alfie and Royce
Location: Downtown
Date: Day 292 to Day 295
Summary: Exposure effects, a brief reprieve, and then event shenanigans.
Warnings: Nothing yet, will update if anything comes up.

Starters below!

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[bywolves]

Something about cutting out the tongues of people who took things that weren't meant for them and nailing said tongues to their palms.

[ Shrug. ] I wasn't serious. Mostly.

[devoutish]

[Alfie's chuckling, though; he remembers that now.]

Yeah, I'll edit those things out.

[bywolves]

[ At least Alfie thinks it's funny. Royce's expression shifts into something a little more amused. ]

An unfortunate but necessary task.

[devoutish]

Can I throw in some cursing for flavor?

[bywolves]

Of course you fucking can.

[devoutish]

[More chuckling; good job, Royce.]

They've got to know it was a fucking joint effort.

[bywolves]

[ He's proud of himself, really.

Dryly: ] Well, if we're going that route, you'll need to let me leave in at least one threat of bodily harm, or it won't feel authentic.

[devoutish]

All right, which one would you like that to be?

[bywolves]

Cutting off their fingers. It's appropriate. If I'm feeling extra vengeful, I can make a necklace out of them. Who knows.

[devoutish]

Mm. Not too violent, you don't think?

[bywolves]

[ He's like 95% joking on most of these. He does, however, raise his eyebrows at that. ]

That's relatively tame, Alfie.

[devoutish]

A necklace of fingers is tame.

[Granted, after forty years, he's not surprised. But he's still going to tease.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce snorts. ]

In comparison to being disemboweled a few times by friends and strangers alike, as well as the multitude of times that we've all molted into disgusting monsters or have been forced to torture each other? Yes.

[devoutish]

Mmmm.

[God, he hopes they're not due for another one of those soon. He settles closer to Royce.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is also hoping they're not due for one of those soon. He easily wraps his arms around Alfie and rests against him, closing his eyes. ]

We'll be fine for today. [ He says, firmly. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah. Gonna sleep some more, then. I'm full of bread.

[He has... not actually eaten a lot of the bread, but whatever.]

[bywolves]

Sleep a little more. [ Royce says, nosing at him. And because he's a fusser: ] And then you can eat more of the bread.

[devoutish]

Mmhm, yeah.

[And he'll drift off to sleep. But keep face-cuddling, Royce; he likes that.]