[log] justin! he's punching all my blood out! [closed]

[bywolves]

Characters: Royce Melborn and Alfie Solomons
Location: House 12
Date: Day 351ish
Summary: We'll see if they both last the night, honestly.
Warnings: violence, extra stuff will be cw'd in the subject lines.

BUILDING 12: This bizarre house, while fully intact, only consists of one very large empty room and a hatch that leads to the maintenance tunnels.

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[devoutish]

Bleeding out.

[He prods at the bandage, which will need to be changed again soon.]

[bywolves]

Good. Means you can't follow me when I leave in the morning.

[devoutish]

Don't do something fucking stupid like try to leave just before lockdown, and I won't.

[bywolves]

I can't believe I'm stuck in here all night with you.

[ ugh ]

[devoutish]

I'm glad of it. I missed you.

[bywolves]

[ UGH!!! ]

... Did you know someone asked me to get rid of you?

[devoutish]

Is that why you knifed me?

[He really doesn't think it is. If Royce had really wanted him dead, then he'd be dead already.]

[bywolves]

No. I knifed you because you were in my way.

[devoutish]

Then why haven't you done it?

[bywolves]

Wasn't worth it. [ Shrug. ] He didn't have enough to trade.

[devoutish]

That's House. He's no friend of yours.

[bywolves]

I didn't trust him much to follow through. And I don't do anything if I'm not being paid for it.

[devoutish]

Mm. He knows you're mir, and he told everyone once.

[He gestures to Royce's tablet.]

On the network.

[bywolves]

Don't -- Don't.

[ His expression is tense. ] Don't talk about whether or not I'm mir. Stop.

[devoutish]

If you're gonna talk to him, you should know what he's done. If he hadn't made contact, I wouldn't've brought it up, but--

[bywolves]

I already talked to him. I don't plan on doing it again, because he had nothing to offer me.

[devoutish]

Doesn't mean he won't reach out.

[bywolves]

Doesn't mean I need to answer.

[devoutish]

Mm. Yeah.

[Touché.]

[bywolves]

[ He pulls his blanket closer, resting his head against the wall. He's tired, but he knows he can't sleep tonight. Frustrating. He hasn't slept well since he got here. ]

Just thought you should know someone hates you enough to have you killed. [ You know, like they're discussing the weather. ]

[devoutish]

Thanks, mate.

[He knew it already, but that's not the point here.]

[bywolves]

[ Mate. Huh. There's a pause, and then Royce grunts before going quiet again. ]

[devoutish]

[So does Alfie. If they sit like that for long enough, he'll start to drift off, arm cradled against his stomach as he leans against the wall. His breathing never quite evens out to normal sleep-breathing - it's just a little bit more labored than it should be.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce doesn't mean to fall asleep, but somewhere in the early hours of the morning, he just can't stay awake any longer. He practically passes out, curled sitting up against the wall, and sleeps for a good couple of hours.

And when he wakes up, he's groggy. Groggy, and disoriented, and... trying to figure out who the hell he even is. Where's... Alfie, Alfie should be nearby. Right?

He mumbles something that sounds like Alfie's name as he wakes up, shivering and way more cold than normal. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie's in much the same position. He's slumped over a little more, and he has a few blankets spread out over himself, but he'd never ended up blowing up the air mattress or making a proper bed. He doesn't wake, even when Royce says his name. He's doing quite a bit of shivering himself.]