good point. me neither. i'll see you in like half an hour.
p.s. greed is my favorite sin. well... second favorite.
p.p.s. 3
[True to his word, Matthew appears at Drew's door in approximately half an hour, and knocks.
That werewolf sense of smell might alert him to the aconitum plant remnants approaching before hears the knocks, if it's that good. Matthew is holding a little gift baggy that contains the cuttings, wrapped in saran wrap and tinfoil, as well as a zip-lock bag of processed ground roots.
Despite their plans to quite literally frolic in the woods, Matthew is just as formally-dressed as he was at the Swear-in Ceremony, in a designer all-black suit.]
oh so I get another chance at seeing that tight little body naked? niiice.
p.s. first ones lust?
p.p.s. i think you might as well cash these in for an upgrade babe.
[The smell of wolfsbane is the first thing that alert him to Matthew's arrival and at first he's caught off guard, a growl escaping his lips and eyes flashing brilliantly before he realizes its actually been arranged.
When the door knocks though he pads over, wearing a tank top and sweatpants but otherwise barefoot and swings the door open, a smirk on his features. Until, of course, he sees how well dressed Matthew is and whistles.]
Well damn, there I was thinkin' this is a casual affair.
[Matthew is reading and smirking at Drew's final text as the door opens. He turns his eyes up to Drew and holds out the gift bag.]
This is my casual. [He grins.] Guess I never mentioned, but I was ported in from a long time ago - 1925. Modern fashion continues to elude me. [Well, at least the suit is modern and well-fitted, and not some baggy atrocity from the 1920s - but that was an easy enough transition.
In any case, if Drew can smell a lie, there's one in here. Outwardly, it's easy and natural enough to be the truth as he's told this fib so many times.]
You guess right, by the way, about my favorite sin. [He hitches his chin towards Drew.] What's yours?
[He just drags his eyes slowly and deliberately across Matthew's outfit, he noted that little tic in his heart, noting a lie, but refuses to bring it up. Mostly because he didn't even know what part of that he might be lying about. He just shrugs.]
Suit yourself, but I'm tellin' you, sweatpants were kinda one of the best inventions of the century.
[He sticks one hand eagerly out for the bag though.] Everythin' here? Includin' the pot? [Not that he didn't trust Matthew, in fact quite the opposite, he was visibly excited. He'd went out to buy all the regular stuff earlier to make joints. He didn't know if he'd pick up a pipe or anything here and was trying his best not to look shady about things. Waving Matthew in he closes the door behind him and crosses over to the kitchen counter, propping himself against it.]
Oh, sorry. [He follows him inside. He fishes into his pocket and pulls out a small bag of a few grams of weed. He holds it out to Drew.] Here. You want to smoke up before?
As for your sin, well. Let's ask me again at the end of tonight, alright?
[He moves as if he'll drop the sweats right there despite going commando, showing off the coarse and hair poking out of the top of them.]
You want 'em while they're still warm? [He grins with a little laugh and takes the bag of weed off the other man. He can't help but hold it up to his noise and sniff it, letting out a particularly pleased groan after.] Before? Hell no, the pot is a reward for runnin' around the place. Unless y'wanted a wolf goin' for a nap out there?
[He clucks his tongue at that, he was kind of curious what kind of impression he'd left on the other man so far.] Fine, y'can have tonight to analyse the hell outta me.
[He laughs a little to match, stepping in close to hook two fingers over the hem of those sweatpants.] I'll just snatch them during your pot-nap, if that sounds good. But no, you'd better have your energy. I'm expecting you to keep up with me out there.
[He grins, too, showing teeth about the little challenge he nestled in that statement. He finds himself wondering how it is that he's so charmed by someone so positive, when his own acquaintances tended towards the dark and depraved most of the time. Naturally. But Drew had this magnetism he couldn't put his finger on.]
If really want to know, right now I'd put money on gluttony. But that's not my final answer.
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