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[furgood]

Meulin Leijon
7752 Sweet Tea Alley
1334 Pound Cake Lane

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[devoutish]

I don't approve, either.

[He grumbles. But he wasn't traumatized. ]

I did try to bite him, yes, but he got the better of me m

[furgood]

[Let her be mildly retraumatized for you Alfie, it's fine ]

Rude. Least he could do is let you get in a solid bite or two. Fair is fair.

stares at those typos; that's the last time i phone-tag without using Chrome

[devoutish]

Well, I went for a little visit after. Knocked him to the ground and all.

Shhh it's fine

[furgood]

I'm honestly surprised Royce didn't get to him first.

[devoutish]

He did, actually. Yeah, he went to find him before I did.

[furgood]

Went poorly. [Shrugs ] I assume. Since you said he was furious

[devoutish]

They've been close, Royce and Navarro. That's part of the problem, for them.

[furgood]

Oh. He's hard to read. I figured Renart but not so much...

[devoutish]

Which one's hard to read, Royce or Navarro?

[furgood]

Both. For different reasons. I don't know Navarro very well. But I think Royce doesn't like to make such things public.

[devoutish]

He was affectionate with him at Rosh Hashanah. It surprised me a bit.

[furgood]

He was? I wasn't even paying-- and he made a face when I kissed your cheek and everything.

[devoutish]

[Alfie chuckles.]

He's getting better.

[furgood]

I'm gonna kiss it again next dinner too. Deal with it.

[devoutish]

[With the arm that's not holding the picnic things, he snags her elbow, pulling her in to kiss her on the mouth.]

[furgood]

[A laugh bubbles up in her as she kisses back] Approval of my dastardly plans?

[devoutish]

Very much, yes.

[furgood]

Poor Royce. He doesn't even know right now you're planning on making him uncomfortable.

[devoutish]

He doesn't really disapprove of you, you know.

[furgood]

He doesn't really know me and strangers are... well strangers until proven otherwise, I imagine.

[devoutish]

This way--

[He gently prods her down off the path, leading them along the lakeside.]

I think he likes that I've got someone like you, is what I mean.

[furgood]

[Some of her attention is pushed to not tripping over roots and rocks]

Oh that. I got that impression. He wanted to make sure I wasn't going to-- abandon you. Or something like that.

[devoutish]

He worries too much. My heart's not as tender as he thinks.

[furgood]

I figure you wouldn't be broken forever or some nonsense but. It was sweet. He wanted to be sure I wouldn't hurt you.

Besides, I've no plans to wander off on you.

[devoutish]

Yeah, but we've talked about this, and if you were to find a man who wanted to do the proper thing and settle down with you--

[He cares about her happiness, but as a 1920s dude, he leans towards assuming that her happiness includes an eventual husband, kids, and a white picket fence.]