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[poisoninmypocket]

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[bywolves]

[ Sorry, guys, Royce has a moment of his brain breaking a bit when he sees Renart. There's something about the thigh high stockings, okay, he can't help it. There's a long pause as he just looks, and then he shakes his head and rubs at the back of his neck. Oof. ]

I - yes. Only the friend part. [ Royce says, absently. He clears his throat. ] Supposed to get something for Eliza.

[aigue]

[Sorry Royce, the stockings were entirely deliberate on her part. The look isn't going unnoticed, though she doesn't say anything for now.

Instead she gives him a sympathetic pat on the arm, not having a very high opinion of Eliza]

Poor you. I have Peter, the one from Norfinbury. He seems nice.

[And his big wish is music related, which is fantastic in her opinion.

She'll take a seat at the dining table.]

[poisoninmypocket]

[Monty is used to seeing the vixen in all manner of scandalous attire. Some of it from the covers of lurid paperbacks in the Between library. he does tut at Renart when she offers her condolences.]

Ms. Eliza should be an easy enough person to please. Something for her Pokemon, or something to enhance her magic, perhaps. She's been working very hard on her illusion skills with Mr. Ienzo Wooster. If you're speaking of Mr. Quill, he seemed an absolute terror when I ran into him. Or when he nearly ran into me. That man needs to take flying lessons from someone more skilled or refrain from the attempt around crowded areas.

[As he's speaking, Monty fetches a decanter with wine and will pour out a measure for Renart, then Royce, then himself.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is also not fond of Eliza, which is why he looks vaguely relieved when Renart gives him sympathy. He'd thought he was the only one. In any case - he takes the wine from Monty. ]

I'm making her a costume for her... pets. [ Pokemon. Whatever. And then, after a sip of his wine: ] Is that another one of the Norfinbury implants? I haven't met him yet.

[aigue]

[Once Monty has poured her some wine she's taking a small sip.]

He's from Norfinbury, yes. He has a very cool leather jacket.

[That she stole temporarily.]

How does he fly? Space technology?

[poisoninmypocket]

He said he was an outlaw named Star-Lord, so I imagine it must be some sort of space business.

[He tuts again.]

There do seem to be rather a lot of new people of late. Not that I would complain about such a thing. Ms. Harley's been absolutely charming. I'm certain others might be, as well. I have my doubts about this Mr. Quill fellow, though.

[bywolves]

[ His lips twitch a little. ]

Ecks isn't so bad. Neither is Flynn. [ He won't say anything about House - he doesn't want to start a thing, again. It's so easy to get sucked into drama. ]

This is good wine, by the way.

[aigue]

They all seem fine to me except the old guy.

[Unlike Royce she has no problem voicing her opinion on House, and she doesn't believe for a second that he gave her his real name.]

[poisoninmypocket]

I found it here. Something from Zephyr, perhaps as a house warming? I don't think I actively believed it up, anyway. [But sometimes these things happen.] Is the old man that wretched fellow who was trying to make you out to be a fiend on the Bulletin Board?

[bywolves]

[ ... Well, if they're going to talk about him. ]

His name is Gregory House. He and I have history. [ Sniff. He takes a sip of wine. ] He's unpleasant. Let's leave it at that for now.

[aigue]

Gregory, hmm?

[Guess who is being called Gregory from now on.

She nods at Monty's words.]

He was fine until he insisted on pulling my ear.

[poisoninmypocket]

Well, there will be no ear-pulling or such perpetrators allowed in my house tonight. Nor any night, I should think. Did I ever tell you the way Renart and I met was when I tugged on her tail, though?

[He half-smirks at Royce.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce laughs, hiding his grin behind his wine glass. ]

I hope she bit you.

[aigue]

[Renart is completely deadpan.]

I threatened to rip his cock off.

[poisoninmypocket]

And she pulled it very hard. [Monty huffs lightly in mock-affront.] We really did have a rather rocky start. You came round with that comb, though.

[bywolves]

[ Nooo, stop making him laugh. The mention of the comb both gets an eyebrow raise and a sort of slightly more subdued look from Royce. ]

Comb?

[aigue]

[She smiles a little, pulling her silver comb out of her sweater pocket.]

This one.

[poisoninmypocket]

[The fact that she's carrying it around makes Monty's expression soften considerably.]

That comb has seen a great deal of trouble, my dear. I'm glad you brought it with you here. Are there any tokens from your own world or Norfinbury that have found their way here with you, Royce?

[bywolves]

[ Oh, that's so sweet. Royce has to pause for a moment. ]

A scarf, from Gwen. A small paper whale, from Emily. [ He says it evenly enough, like it doesn't hurt to think about. ] A few things like that. My cloak made it here, though I don't wear it as much when I've got the one Renart got me.

[aigue]

[She tucks the comb away.]

You had that little silver fox you gave me too, don't forget about that.

[poisoninmypocket]

[Monty isn't going to dwell on Royce's absent wife or surrogate daughter, it doesn't set the mood particularly well for what he and Renart have in mind.]

It is a very handsome cloak. I think I'll fetch our dinner now. Renart, did you want to let him know about that other matter we discussed for after dinner now, or later?

[He's talking about the threesome.]

[bywolves]

[ That suits Royce just fine - he doesn't really want to think about either of them anyway. Not right now. He gives Renart a little smile. ]

That's true, I forgot. You still have that? [ A beat, and then, after Monty, he raises an amused eyebrow. ] Don't keep me in suspense.

[aigue]

[Talking about family and kids that aren't here are the biggest mood killers. Much easier to talk about adorable knickknacks.]

Of course I do. It's on a shelf in my bedroom.

[Her tail wiggles and she jumps right into Monty's suggestion.]

Now seems fine. We want to have a threesome.

[bywolves]

[ Oh. Huh. Well, that's - unexpected. Though maybe he should've expected it. Well. ]

You -- what? [ He doesn't spittake or anything, but he does have to put his wine down for a moment. ] But... I thought that...

[ Y'know, monogamy - though he supposes this is loosely related. Monogamy with an extra person. ]

[aigue]

[Renart takes a sip of her wine, then rests her chin in her hands.]

Monty is into it. It's both of us together, so it's fine.