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kinda a great way to announce u know who ur talking to.

either. doesn't matter. just the plant. hell the whole damn flowers still dangerous/amazing. and the other stuff??

man ur a life saver my weekend just got a hell of a lot better and damn have i needed this. i could kiss u.

((OOC: Oh yeah I'm absolutely okay with that!))

imagine if i'd messaged the wrong number, just howling at some stranger.

you're welcome. i always provide.

"could" kiss me or "will" kiss me?

hey its a great pick up line, promise.

let's just say I'm damn happy u came along. hell some dude even gave me ur number telling me u'd be my guy.

well like we said, I'm gonna owe u a favor if u want it to be a kiss be my guest ;) it'll be kinda disappointing after last time but hey

in that case i'll give it a try and report back.

ha, i bet i know who. i'm the go-to guy around here.

don't be silly, drew, i'm not spending my favor on something i'm sure i can get from you anyway. ;)

DO IT!

he seemed like a pretty chill guy too, meeting all kinds round these parts.

oh yeah? u think so? maybe I'm a one night only kinda wolf...

i don't think i've ever heard someone describe dorian gray as chill. thanks for the laugh.

mmm, now that you know what you'd be missing out on? that would be your loss, wouldn't it?

dude he was kinda chill. then again I'm great at getting on people's good sides.

i'm sure I could find it again, its a big ol city :P

it's that charming smile of yours. i'm better at bringing out peoples' bad sides.

ha! a cheap replacement maybe. but don't forget, we still have a date for the full moon, don't we?

I kinda guessed that already. but u ain't seen my bad side yet ;)

hell man we could have have a date right now if u wanna bring that supply of yours over. or are u waiting til uve figured out payment?

i can't wait to dig it out.

i already figured out payment. it's not too hefty, don't worry.

can you change even when it's not the full moon?

u should try, let yourself think i'm some kinda angel first.

oh okay... y'should lemme know what it is some time.

i can change whenever i want babe ;)

i'll show you soon. when we meet up. i assumed you needed the full moon, weres back home were like that. in THAT case... you free tonight?

p.s. you don't get to call me "babe" unless you're going to kiss me. tsk tsk.

nah I just need to let loose a little anger... anything primal really. get wild and I go for it.

I'm free.

p.s. maybe i'll kiss u then babe.

let's get wild, then.

where do you live? let's meet at the outskirts of town somewhere.

p.s. now you've got to kiss me at least twice. can you handle that?

sounds good.

swing by my place first, Heropa 30. i can't shift back into pants so we'd lose the stash and I'd maybe cry.

p.s. that's getting greedy...

babe.

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?

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[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.]

You tell me, what d'you think my sin is?

I'll have to try them on sometime.

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.

[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.

He pulls Drew closer by the pants.

In a low voice and with a big grin,]

Well, let's get going, then, shall we?

[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.]

We should... there a forest 'round here or what?

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