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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

You getting hurt stresses him out a bit, I imagine. Dangers of getting too close to someone, yeah?

[There's a soft sort of smile that touches his lips.]

Mind you, it's worth it when it happens.

[devoutish]

"A bit", yes.

[He says wryly - but he's smiling softly, too.]

Look at us, a couple of old saps. He'd make fun of us, you know, if he were awake. Well-- he'd make fun of you.

[jumpthegun]

[John tuts.]

You're old. I'm still perfectly middle-aged, thank you. He looks almost sweet when he's sleeping, though. Now that's a hard turn from his usual.

[devoutish]

Ah, he's very sweet. Doesn't even hide it well, these days.

[jumpthegun]

Dunno about that. Seems like a wanker some days well enough. Fewer than it used to be, mind.

[His tone is teasing.]

[devoutish]

Well, he is that, of course, but he's a sweet wanker.

[jumpthegun]

You two sorted out that life span business, by the way? Never... heard where that went.

[Since they're on the subject of Royce.]

[devoutish]

You're looking at an immortal man, John.

[Alfie affirms, before amending:]

Well, not quite, but nearer to it than I used to be. I didn't give Zephyr a range, or an age; I just asked to make me match him.

[jumpthegun]

[John's brows jump slightly.]

That's, huh... Y'know, for some reason, I thought he might come down to you.

[devoutish]

We talked about it.

[Alfie admits.]

I hated the idea. It was his choice, of course, and I wouldn't've gotten in the way of it, but it felt wrong to me.

[jumpthegun]

Well, s'pose that means you'll be living to a ripe old age past me. Honestly, I halfway didn't expect to live to this age. Not sure I much like the idea of getting old.

[devoutish]

Could do the same as us, eh?

[He says, with a wry twist of his lips.]

Get old without getting old.

[jumpthegun]

Think I'll pass on that. Zephyr's mucked around with me enough, as is, turning me into a Weapon for a spell. I'll just stick to the years I've got, however many that is. Anyway, I'd have to ask Sherlock and Mary to get in on it, as well, and that'd be awkward.

[devoutish]

Mmm. Not something they'd be interested in?

[jumpthegun]

Not something I'd be interested in asking them. And it'd probably take the fun out of it for Sherlock, honestly. The game only matters if there's an element of risk.

[He pauses and pulls a face at himself.]

I mean... something like that. I guess... It's not all a game.

[devoutish]

Something like that.

{Alfie says knowingly, raising an eyebrow.]

Yeah. I can't much imagine what it's gonna be like, myself. It's all a bit unknowable, at the moment.

[jumpthegun]

Well, how old is Royce actually? Is he, like... 200-years-old, or something mad like that?

[devoutish]

[Alfie snorts, shaking his head.]

He's our age, or thereabouts. He doesn't know exactly, but he's in his forties.

[jumpthegun]

Ancient. The lot of us. At least we've got Renart to help make us feel young, I s'pose. 900-something, isn't it? Mind you... still looks good for her age.

[devoutish]

And she's got animal ears and a tail.

[jumpthegun]

[Always those details, Alfie. John shrugs a shoulder uncomfortably.]

They don't exactly get in the way of anything.

[This may be some attempt to justify to himself that he slept with a fox woman that one time he was very drunk.]

[devoutish]

[Alfie quirks a brow.]

Well, you would know, wouldn't you.

[jumpthegun]

One time, Alfie. One time and I was blind drunk, okay?

[devoutish]

Thank you for telling me the tail doesn't get in the way, mate; I've always wondered.

[jumpthegun]

[Bloody hell.]

Really? So you've wanted to try, have you?