[ Royce hums, quietly, when Alfie murmurs to him in Elvish. John probably understands it because of the autotranslate, but he appreciates the sentiment. He settles against the counter and folds his arms across his chest. ]
Country isn't dangerous enough, I imagine. [ He says, a little dryly. ]
Don't go pulling out your stitches two seconds after I've put them in. And actually I did go to the country on holiday. The backcountry. Camping, hiking, no one around for miles? That sort of thing's fun.
Fair dues, that does make a difference. Can't say I was keen on it right after getting here from Norfinbury. That's about as rough as it gets for camping. At least we had the houses and running water, though.
[He looks toward the nearby sink.]
Sometimes still can't believe we just have... unlimited hot water. Don't even have to pay the bills for it.
[The easy displays of affection between two men who aren't dating continues to be so strange to John. He can't imagine ever wrapping an arm around Sherlock, Bucky, Stephen, or even Alfie unless it was a brief thing, probably accompanied by a gruff mutter of something sympathetic. He knows it's probably... not good to think that way, but the thoughts come, never the less. John just raises a bit of a brow, not actually commenting in more than just his expression.]
Did you go jumping in lakes and rivers to wash up, instead? Very wolfish.
[Alfie easily glosses over the look, completely unbothered - he notices, but it doesn't make him even consider pulling back from Royce.]
John. Change the subject, will you? Fuck's sake.
[He's possibly being overreactive here and the comment won't bother Royce at all, but he figures there's no harm in moving the conversation away from Royce's shitty history just in case.]
[ Royce doesn't seem to be bothered. He'll even take the wolfish comment. John does get a flat look at the eyebrow raise, though. Whatever dude, he's comfortable and he's not moving. ]
No, let's continue to talk about my tragic backstory. [ Royce says, wryly. ] By all means.
Yes. When I was ten years old, my younger brother beat me in a wrestling match. Very traumatizing; I was emotionally scarred. Can't believe you brought that up, mate.
That's not technically in the oath I signed. Lots of things like it, but people hear that on medical shows on the telly and think it's actually in the Hippocratic Oath when it isn't.
[John eyes the pair of them, well aware he's being teased, but he's going to give it some legitimate thought.]
Well, I like the idea of getting to pick out my targets and just pop them off... but I can't imagine assassins are much in the way of parties or social... anything. Probably a gang? Yeah. A gangster. Like the Army. Just without any morals.
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Country isn't dangerous enough, I imagine. [ He says, a little dryly. ]
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Don't go pulling out your stitches two seconds after I've put them in. And actually I did go to the country on holiday. The backcountry. Camping, hiking, no one around for miles? That sort of thing's fun.
[It's an adventure!]
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[With Emily.]
Brought along tents and everything. Cooked food over a fire.
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Yeah. [ Royce says, quietly. Grumpily: ] That sort of thing is fun when you have a home to go back to.
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[He looks toward the nearby sink.]
Sometimes still can't believe we just have... unlimited hot water. Don't even have to pay the bills for it.
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[Alfie will lightly wrap his uninjured arm around Royce, if Royce will let him.]
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Never had running water like this before. Not like it is here. I've gotten used to showers.
[ Royce likes showers. He takes like two or three a day. ]
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Did you go jumping in lakes and rivers to wash up, instead? Very wolfish.
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John. Change the subject, will you? Fuck's sake.
[He's possibly being overreactive here and the comment won't bother Royce at all, but he figures there's no harm in moving the conversation away from Royce's shitty history just in case.]
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No, let's continue to talk about my tragic backstory. [ Royce says, wryly. ] By all means.
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[Look, if you're going to mother the man, Alfie.]
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[ Things Royce has read in a book and has no context for: that. ]
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[He flashes a bit of a toothy grin at Royce.]
Works out nicely for a soldier.
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Works out nicely for a gangman, as well. Are you sure I can't recruit you?
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You'd be insufferable in a gang, yes. A guild, too. You're the type of man the Diamond would groan at.
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Well, I like the idea of getting to pick out my targets and just pop them off... but I can't imagine assassins are much in the way of parties or social... anything. Probably a gang? Yeah. A gangster. Like the Army. Just without any morals.
[He raises a brow at Alfie.]