[He grins, not even worried about Matthew getting suddenly close. Taking a deep breath as he enters his personal space, smelling a mixture of the man, the pot and the aconite. It was basically his idea of heaven.] Dude the pot-nap will take a while, believe me even after I smoke I'm still totally sociable for a few hours. An' I'll keep up. Speed is my thing, always been better at the runnin' side of things than the fightin'.
[It was true, which is why he was usually drafted in as messenger for a lot of pack business. His strength was the same as any werewolves, mostly because he never bothered to try hard, his speed however? Hell speed was something the werewolf thirved with.]
Gluttony, hm? [He thinks about it for a second.] Maybe. [A grin. It was probably right, after all.]
[He's excited, although apprehensive for Drew to see what his shapeshifted form looks like. It's clearly no ordinary cat and looks rather hellish. He wonders if it might clue the werewolf in to his nature, and if it does, whether Drew would be so eager to spend time with him.
He isn't nervous, not at all, but curious and uncertain, sure.
[Curiosity is a smell he's used to, mostly because it was the kind of scent that often popped up around the time of the full moon, around wolves and animals alike, curious as to the nature of the large beast before them.
Here though, it was even more interesting, that Matthew could still be quite curious about him when the two of them had already fucked. Or at least that's what he'd taken it as, not so much curiosity about Drew's own reaction. He let's himself get pulled forward by the pants though with a grin, leaning in to scratch his cheek along Matthew's.]
Yeah, well, we need to get out of town. [One of his hands drifts onto Drew's furry lower stomach under that tank-top -- he's being a tease. Not that he's immune to it, himself, as having Drew's face against his naturally makes him think of the Swear-In ceremony in visceral detail. He takes a breath.] I have a driver waiting outside. It's a short trip.
[And then he's turning to head for the door. Of course Matthew Lin the fancy drug dealer has his own chauffeur. Actually, once they get into the car, it will probably stink like black magic, as he's tapped into the man's mind - not an imPort, just some fellow from around here - to trick him into seeing Matthew and any company completely differently than they really look.]
[His stomach twitches slightly when Matthew's hand is suddenly across it, mostly because of the fact that he hadn't exactly been touched since the last time they were together. Part of him wants to lean in to kiss the other man but thinks better of it instead he briefly touches his forehead to the other man's.]
Out of town it is, you takin' me on my first trip outta the city? [He chuckles.] And with some kinda chauffeur, might be one of my best damn dates ever.
[Oh yes, he was definitely calling this a date. Except then Matthew is suddenly gone and moving and Drew doesn't even have as much time as to grab himself some shoes. Not that it mattered, his clothes were going to get destroyed in the process. He just pads out regardless, following him quickly out of the house and toward the car. A car which even as the door opened, smelled just like the spiciness he was deciding clung to Matthew like an aura.]
[Maybe he'll get that kiss at the end of the date. Matthew smiles over his shoulder at the comment.] What can I say? I'm a catch.
[He winks and turns to face forward, climbing into the far side of the car and waiting for Drew to get in. The driver doesn't speak; Matthew politely gives him directions and they're off. It will only be ten minutes or so.
Matthew has a sudden realization that he didn't think this one all the way through, as he won't be able to hide his horns right away when he shapeshifts back, and since he'll be naked, it might be conspicuous even if he manages to get some blood out for magic. He imagines trying to claim he scraped himself on some branches.
Oh, well. This will keep things interesting.
He slides his hand onto Drew's knee in the back seat.]
[He actually jumps when he gets the text reply... and vampire-blushes when he reads the text. Dammit, it's just a text, it shouldn't affect him, he thinks.]
Actually, yes. Well, it's not just me, I mean. I've got a friend, and she needs some help. Mind lending a hand?
Wait so some kinda 3some thing? Dude I told you I'm only into guys. But if u wanna bring her round, get her fed and then send her on her way while you stay for a while I'll be more than willin to host.
[He's probably up for anything... after all Matthew delivered on the good stuff so Drew was a pretty happy boy.]
No, I said nothing about a threesome. Don't put words in my mouth. But I do need to get her fed, so please? I can try to make it up to you, but I'm not going to cheat on him.
P.S. Last I checked, I shouldn't be affected. It'll probably taste different, is all. I imagine she's the same, but she's still somewhat new to this. I should keep an eye on her.
[He probably would. Hell if Matthew stuck around after the run and Drew lighting up, he could get pretty much anything off the other man. He climbs into the car and relaxes against the seats before taking a deep breath, that spicy smell causing him to sneeze.] Yeah, hell of a catch. [He wipes his nose on the back of his hand because he's a slob like that. It was strange, usually smells he couldn't identify, unless they were actual perfumes wouldn't have much of an effect on him. He chalks it down to being the enclosed space in the car.]
[He curls up pretty much in the seat, bringing one foot up and under him to tuck himself there comfortably. He'd get as comfortable as he could, knowing that he'd be in some pain after the shift, which is where his package from the other man came into play. He ducks his head ever so slightly when Matthew comes out with that compliment though, putting his own warm hand over the other man's and stroking a thumb over his skin.] Never considered myself anythin' near high standards.
Oh, good. Not that I was incredibly worried. I trust you well enough. Is tonight all right with you? I haven't had much taste for "actual" food since... You know what? Just tell me what kind of food you want.
[He'd bring Vegemite, he's got some from work that his housemates don't want, but... Anyway. Do werewolves eat Vegemite? Toby doesn't think so, and besides, he thinks Drew might want something more substantial than that.]
hey now I'm not the predatory kinda werewolf I'm a good guy. I'll just remind u that i wanna do it every now and again. tonight is good, especially if ur bringing food. uh uh uh something meaty? pizza? can u do pizza here? please bring me a pizza :)
[Drew would probably smell the vegemite and throw it at a wall that was not his idea of a good time.]
gonna go wrap myself in a blanket, get your blood nice and toasty. want me to like idk eat a tablespoon of spices to give it a nice flavour?
Got it. Glad I don't have to do any hunting. My way isn't exactly conducive to feeding werewolves. Not that I know of, anyway. Meaty. All right, I'll just... grab a pizza with all the meat toppings possible. You know, I'm not sure eating spices and such works that way. I mean, that sort of thing doesn't go straight to the blood. Anyway, I'll be there in a bit. Could take a while waiting for the pizza, yeah?
dude i'm not gonna ask u to go find me a bear or a mountain lion to eat, the hell? yeah well i figure we've gotta get ourself a little system of you needing to feed me before I feed you. even if i've got some other hungers ur too damn angelic to go fixing. great. meat-topping pizza. sounds like my kinda thing. the more inches the better.
[Was there any stopping him? At all?]
yeah well I'm kinda against injecting spices. hint of wolfsbane and pot are gonna have to do for the drew warner blood special. take ur time. i'll leave the door open.
Well, to me it's called a hunt regardless of what you're going after. Ha! You make me sound like a saint. I'm not that innocent. I wasn't aware toppings were measured in inches. Then again, there is quite a variety of meat. All right, I'll let myself and my friend in.
so if i said I was hunting something right now it still counts? ;) Okay Britney I won't pretend you're innocent again. dude the PIZZA is measured in inches. i'm not asking you to get twelve inches of pepperoni on the top of it. ALL THE MEAT <3
[When Toby does eventually arrive he'll probably find Drew curled up in a blanket beneath his window with a joint in his hand. He did warn the other man after all. He takes a deep breath in through his nose as the smell of the now familiar man, a stranger and also pizza come wafting into the room and his eyes glow.]
Come on through, Toby. I'm in the- [He looks around, what the hell would you call this weird entrance room.] In the lounge!
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