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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?

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.]

And I have high standards, too.

[A cheerful compliment.]

[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.

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[He absolutely doesn't say bless you.]

Really? Why's that? I'm not convinced you don't accidentally charm yourself whenever you look in the mirror.

[He squeezes Drew's leg a little, smiling to have that hand over his own and to see that little bashful reaction.]

'Cause I'm a down an' dirty kinda guy. Only high standards I get come from bein' high.

[He grins though, the bashfulness gone and once again replaced with cockiness that seemed to follow him like a cloak.]

And I do a hell of a lotta shit in the mirror with myself, charmin' ain't one of 'em.

We'll see how down and dirty when we get out there, won't we? Mirrors, though, mirrors are a favourite of mine, too.

[He smiles like someone telling an inside joke that no one else is in-on, as in his mind he's referencing his rather creepy ability to be summoned VIA blood and mirrors. Well, it might be worth a laugh in retrospect; for now, at least outwardly, it just seems like he's continuing the innuendo.

They get to the edge of town fairly quickly. The forest is pretty sparse here, but thickens if they run out farther. The car slows to a stop, but before getting out, Matthew's curling a couple of fingers under Drew's scruffy chin. Playfully,]

Come on, I've been waiting for you to pay up. Babe.

Hell, I bet they are. [He gives Matthew a long and obvious look up and down in the confined space of the car.

He didn't note anything dubious about it, he just knew that between them the two of them had an almost sickening amount of self confidence.

Once they reach the edge of town Drew rolls down a window, not quite hanging his head out of it but instead leaning towards it and taking a deep breath, tasting the forest on the air. He'd been cooped up for a little bit too long recently and this was looking to be the release he needed.

It wasn't until he turns to grin back at Matthew that the fingers are suddenly at his chin and his smile widens, licking his lips.] And am I payin' for the pet names or the delivery?

[Imagine Matthew, Drew, and Dorian in a room together. The world would hardly be able to hold up their combined cockiness.]

The pet names - well, one of them. We never negotiated a delivery charge, but I'm sure we'll think of something.

[Smirking, he takes the initiative and brings his lips to Drew's, a brief but deep kiss. It hardly lasts a moment before he starts to pull away to exit the car, eager to get running. He hasn't had anyone else to do this with for a very, very long time.]

[It would explode, or a black hole would form. Something ridiculous would happen that would denote some kind of apocalypse.]

Oh yeah, babe? Looks like I'm rackin' up one hell of a bill. [He tilts his head as if inviting or challenging Matthew.] You better get thinkin'...

[Except then the other man's lips are pressed against his in the briefest of kisses that Drew hardly has the chance to taste him before he's slipping away. Drew can't help himself but clench a hand around the other man's wrist as if he'd hold him there before he shakes his head briefly and lets him go, moving to get out of the car himself with a sigh.]

[He smirks back over his shoulder at Drew as the charming, scruffy werewolf tries to keep him longer. With a sly grin:]

Careful, I'm not so sure you want me getting creative. Babe.

[But as soon as he's released, he continues out of the car. As soon as both doors close, the driver slowly peels away, without a word or glance back at them.

Matthew walks into the forest several meters before he shrugs off his coat, tossing it against a tree, even though it looks quite expensive. He sets to unbuttoning his shirt and makes quick work of it, tossing it where he'd left the coat. The trees are fairly sparse, here, but it's also pretty far outside of town; clearly he isn't too concerned about the safety of his belongings.

He hadn't really checked to make sure Drew was following until now. He lets his eyes roam quite blatantly along Drew's body, whatever state of dress or undress he's in.]

Have you ever met a shifter that wasn't a werewolf?

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Hey I'm a fan of creative types, starvin' artists and all that.

[Which was true, he was a big old hippy after all. In fact it was pretty much a dead cert that his apartment back home featured some very weird art deco pieces that'd been salvaged from a junk-yard or two.

He's a little less delicate about stripping, the moment he'd got out of the car he was throwing clothes off. It was the good thing about having dressed comfortably. Within seconds he's completely nude, walking out of his sweatpants and jogging on the spot.]

Sure. I've met a couple of hot as hell were jaguar twins from down in the Americas... all sorts of things come out of the woodwork when y'work in a were bar.

Twins, huh? Now there's a fun way to get creative. [His voice sounds almost absent as he's certainly not looking at Drew's face. It takes him a moment to resume his own stripping once he gets the complete view of his werewolf companion. Sure, they'd been quite naked together before, but not in this casual way where he had all this time and distance to admire the body before him.

Unable to bite back his grin, he pulls off his suit pants and underwear. He finds the jogging cute, but doesn't do it himself; just watches, standing there with a hand on his hip.]

Alright. Let's do this. Count of three?

[He just grins nice and wide. Drew was barely looking at Matthew mostly because it was impolite to stare at someone mid conversation, even if they were naked. Drew himself spent a hell of a lot of time naked casually around other people so it was no big stretch for him to seem pretty blasé about the whole thing.

He does step a little closer to Matthew when he's naked though, nudging against him ever so slightly.]

Gonna take me more than a couple seconds to switch but three sounds good. [And now he was already psyching himself up to change, the glow in his eyes getting brighter by the second.]

[Matthew has never been a terribly polite person. He matches Drew's grin in a knowing sort of way, casually moving his hand to graze Drew's hip.]

I won't take off without you. Then again, between you and me, I might need a head-start.

[He steps back just a little; he's never witnessed a werewolf shift, but figures a bit of distance might do him well. He takes a split second to be fascinated by those glowing eyes before he counts down:]

One ... two ... three.

[Matthew's own shift is not instant, but it is sudden. In the same moment of time, his skin darkens to black and his limbs shrink and contort; it takes almost no time at all before his body has gone from attractive, scarred-up Matthew Lin to an unsettlingly large house-cat. That is, large for a cat; he can't weigh more than 15 or 16 pounds. He's black, hairless and wrinkled, with a long, rat-like tail and exaggerated claws. But most striking and ugly of all are the three pairs of yellow eyes, aligned vertically, making six in total. They blink out of sync with one another, as Matthew the Cat (Catthew, one might say) now stands much shorter than before, looking up at Drew as the werewolf presumably completes his own shift.]

Y'probably might. [He grins nice and wide, even among his pack Drew was well known for his speed rather than his strength. Then again he didn't know what to expect from Matthew once the two of them had shifted.

He takes a step away from Matthew and turns away completely. His skin seems to ripple as a loud growl bordering on a cry of pain is torn from his throat, dropping him to his knees as the familiar cacophony of pops and snaps begins, the werewolf's bones breaking themselves apart only to be knitted together again. A light sheen of sweat covers his face as he groans loudly again, his jaw pulling apart and elongating into a muzzle. It was painful and grotesque to watch but once he's done a humongous wolf turns around to be greeted by the cat, its head tilting to the side in confusion and something close to challenge.

That was not a normal cat at all and the wolf was, well, suspicious.]

[Drew's shift is quite a sight to see, altogether more physical, in a sense, where Abduxel's has a more magical quality lubricating the nasty parts of re-shaping bone and sinew.

Once the wolf faces him, the cat is tense, but only as a precaution; he doesn't know Drew well, he doesn't know werewolves well, and while he can shapeshift quickly, he's at an immense size disadvantage. His whole head could probably fit in Drew's mouth without much trouble - if Drew were ever inclined to eat something as strange-looking as him.

He stands there, tail slowly shifting from side to side.

If he were a man, Drew would see him smiling slyly as he slowly comes to understand the uncertainty that the wolf is communicating; he isn't quite adept enough at canine body-language to narrow it right down to suspicion, but he knows how he looks. Other shifters in his world would know he wasn't really one of them immediately - not entirely, anyway, not anymore.

The cat's ears pitch forward in curios attentiveness, which wrinkles his ugly little forehead. And then he makes that high-pitched, rumbling happy noise that cats are wont to make: mrrr.

Even that sounds a little weird. Like there's five or six cats making the noise at once. But, still, it manages to be a little cute.]

[Drew can't help it, there's a noise reverberating from his own chest that's a lot less one of pleasure on one of confusion, bordering on aggression. It was completely the wolf rather than Drew himself, a little unsavoury moment of instinct as he stands there with his teeth bared, the growl rumbling out of his throat.

It takes him a couple of seconds to kick his own head into gear, switching from instinct to self control as he takes a breath in, the ever present spicy smell that hung around Matthew assaulting him and reminding the werewolf this man was a friend, even if his shape-shifted form seemed to be the kind of thing one would have a hard time associating as an ally.

Drew finally backs off, pulling up into a less aggressive stance and cutting that growl short with a whine. He had to remember that even if there was something sinister about Matthew's form, the man behind it was still nice enough. His head cocks to the side though in an expression that was almost a question.]

[His ears flick back a little and his tail lashes as Drew makes that noise, his weight shifting backwards onto his hind legs where he stands, in case he needs to make a desperate bid for freedom. He reflects on how risky an idea this was, and resists the urge to back away as Drew sizes him up. No need to make this look worse than it is - or, rather, too confirm it's as evil an omen as the wolf seems to detect.

Then, his posture relaxes when Drew's does. His eyes blink asynchronously in response to the wolf cocking its head, with a feline silence.

Matthew the cat then drops his upper body in a dog-like pose of play, wiggling, yellow pupil-less eyes gleaming up at Drew. Lighten up, let's run.]

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