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willinglychanged) wrote2015-07-09 12:19 am
willinglychanged) wrote2015-07-09 12:19 am
☾ MoM Contact
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Thursday
Thursday
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TEXTS | AUDIO | VIDEO | VOICEMAIL
TEXTS | AUDIO | VIDEO | VOICEMAIL
[Toby glances at the joint for a moment while he considers before plucking it up and taking a drag. Smoking isn't really his thing, but that doesn't mean he hasn't tried. However, he's never smoked a joint with wolfsbane, and while vampirism grants him some deal of protection, he doesn't know what kind of effect it'll have on him. He then returns it to the werewolf and exhales.]
Yeah—and let me guess: he gave you "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde, didn't he? [He has an endearing smile as he shakes his head in amusement.] How very like him; he's quite vain and conceited, that Dorian.
[But Toby loves him more than anything.]
Yeah—and let me guess: he gave you "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde, didn't he? [He has an endearing smile as he shakes his head in amusement.] How very like him; he's quite vain and conceited, that Dorian.
[But Toby loves him more than anything.]
[Drew wouldn't have so many problems or paranoia if Matthew just fessed up to being something more than a shape shifter. But that would be a discussion for another time. He let's his warn hand stroke across the cat's head and along his spine.]
Kinda jealous if I'm bein' honest, man... I'd kill to be able to speak when I'm shifting.
Kinda jealous if I'm bein' honest, man... I'd kill to be able to speak when I'm shifting.
[He nods again while taking the joint back, his hand tracing invisible patterns into Toby's scalp as he sucks deeply on the roach, holding his breath this time for what is clearly an inhuman length of time before exhaling not unlike the wolf that would blow the house down.]
He sure is... in a hot kinda way. If y'all ever consider a threesome I better be first on that list. [And then he genuinely giggles.]
He sure is... in a hot kinda way. If y'all ever consider a threesome I better be first on that list. [And then he genuinely giggles.]
where am I???
good question.
safe as houses, dude.
[He's totally in bed. Guess who forgot about the swear-in]
good question.
safe as houses, dude.
[He's totally in bed. Guess who forgot about the swear-in]
wait? ppl r hurt?
the fuck?
r u okay?
[Excuse the text speak Grey, he's immediately concerned.]
the fuck?
r u okay?
[Excuse the text speak Grey, he's immediately concerned.]
[The lazy movements on his head lull Toby into comfort and security, and he practically snuggles up, feeling good and cozy against the werewolf. He lets out a quiet hum before speaking.]
Mmm, yeah... he is. No worries, Drew; you are definitely number one on that list.
[He takes a deep breath and sits in pleasant silence for some moments until he pulls up his device.]
That reminds me, I didn't get something you wrote in the messages—who's Britney?
[That's so 90s, like Toby has any clue.]
Mmm, yeah... he is. No worries, Drew; you are definitely number one on that list.
[He takes a deep breath and sits in pleasant silence for some moments until he pulls up his device.]
That reminds me, I didn't get something you wrote in the messages—who's Britney?
[That's so 90s, like Toby has any clue.]
[When he feels Toby finally relax against him he lets out his own soft sigh. He'd needed this for a while, comfortable companionship, a body against his, the intimacy of casual touches.]
Good to know, I'd be one sad puppy if y'said no. [He's smiling though until Toby asks that question and Drew's jaw drops slightly.]
Who's Britney, you're seriously askin' me who the hell Britney Spears is...? [His hand still in Toby's hair because this just wasn't cool.]
Good to know, I'd be one sad puppy if y'said no. [He's smiling though until Toby asks that question and Drew's jaw drops slightly.]
Who's Britney, you're seriously askin' me who the hell Britney Spears is...? [His hand still in Toby's hair because this just wasn't cool.]
[Innocently and in all earnest,] Am I supposed to know who that is?
[Drew just looks sad.] Yeah, you are... damn vampires and their lack of pop culture. Y'all miss out on everythin'. [And now he's just going to take another reek on his joint.]
Hey... [He reassuringly runs his hand back and forth against Drew's thigh.] I don't know that it's something to get sad about. Can't you just catch me up, like how you explained hacking at the swear-in event?
y'sure you don't need me out there growling at some people?
[Because he'd be totally willing to get down there if it meant maybe helping some people out.]
[Because he'd be totally willing to get down there if it meant maybe helping some people out.]
[His hand twitches at that noise but he doesn't stop, his warn hand still nudging its way along Matthew's spine.]
Maybe not... kinda happy not soundin' like some kinda hell beast.
Maybe not... kinda happy not soundin' like some kinda hell beast.
[He just smiles then, he wasn't really sad per se, maybe just disappointed.]
She's a singer, got into it when she was just a kid and then went absolutely insane... there's no catchin' up on Britney Speers, you had to live through her.
She's a singer, got into it when she was just a kid and then went absolutely insane... there's no catchin' up on Britney Speers, you had to live through her.
Hell beast! [he laughs, buffetting his head into Drew's hand.] I guess you've never met a shifter like me before.
[Good thing; he was running the risk that Drew would recognize him. It goes without saying at this point, but he still has to purr it anyway, almost gloating to himself. He steps up onto Drew's lap, shamelessly enjoying the rubs.]
Do you want to keep running?
[Good thing; he was running the risk that Drew would recognize him. It goes without saying at this point, but he still has to purr it anyway, almost gloating to himself. He steps up onto Drew's lap, shamelessly enjoying the rubs.]
Do you want to keep running?
Ah, damn. More's the pity. [He puts the device away, having addressed what he really didn't understand.] Should I have paid more mind to how many inches the pizza was? I simply ordered them large and meaty...
With all the extra eyes hell beast sounds kinda appropriate. [He grins though, he's clearly joking. If only he actually knew that Matthew kind of was a hell beast. Instead though he just scratches the space between the cats ears.]
Its up to you, I don't mind... we can run, we can go back to my place an' smoke. [About which he seems rather eager.]
Its up to you, I don't mind... we can run, we can go back to my place an' smoke. [About which he seems rather eager.]
i can stay safe AND help people Grey, you know that, right?
[Because the idea of others being in danger while he stayed cozy in bed seemed like a pussy's way out. Not that he'd fight whatever danger was out there.]
[Because the idea of others being in danger while he stayed cozy in bed seemed like a pussy's way out. Not that he'd fight whatever danger was out there.]
[He chokes out a laugh before squeezing Toby's shoulder.] I'm sure whatever amount of inches y'got are more than good enough. [He waggles his eyebrows as if to say there was a huge double entendre involved.]
[He realizes a little too late what he'd walked into, and laughs in response.]
Oh, Drew. I appreciate you vouching my adequacy. This apparently isn't a case of seeing is believing.
Oh, Drew. I appreciate you vouching my adequacy. This apparently isn't a case of seeing is believing.
[Oh damn that feels nice. Oh yeah. He leans into those scratches enthusiastically.]
Sure, let's go smoke. You can carry me home, big guy.
[He laughs that awful laugh as he climbs into Drew's lap fully to roughly bump his wrinkled, hairless head against Drew's scruffy chin.]
Sure, let's go smoke. You can carry me home, big guy.
[He laughs that awful laugh as he climbs into Drew's lap fully to roughly bump his wrinkled, hairless head against Drew's scruffy chin.]
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