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[Toby steps back to watch after having taken the joint. If it weren't for that odd and distinctive scent just beneath that of marijuana, he might've wanted to take a drag himself. But that, combined with Drew's words were warning enough, and so he properly stubbed the joint out for the werewolf to smoke later.

Then he watches the pair of them before focusing on Drew, how good he looks with his head tilted back and that beautifully blissful expression on his face. Toby feels his mouth watering but manages to stay quiet and wait as Natalie goes about her business. He'll have his turn soon enough.

Once Natalie's drunk her fill, she laps up any runoff blood and quietly thanks Drew before slipping away to get herself cleaned up. Toby places the joint down within Drew's reach before fussing over Natalie, who soon enough thanks Drew and goes her own way. After she's shut the door after herself, Toby turns to Drew before smiling fondly and shaking his head.]

So... is it pizza time now?

[When Natalie is done Drew breaks the connection with her, taking a step back but smiling warmly down at her. Within moments she's leaving and he gives her a quick no problem after her thanks. After that he throws himself down on the sofa and pats the space beside him, a hand reaching out for the joint as he pulls a lighter from his sweatpants pocket.]

That depends, just how hungry are you right now? [Because he could eat Pizza but he wasn't starving just yet, but if Toby was about to chow down Drew would need to fill himself up on something to avoid passing out.

He was practically melting into the sofa though, one foot curled up beneath him as he waited for Toby to settle beside him.]

I can be patient. So, it'll be all right.

[Indeed, he's not exactly in dire need to feed right this moment, even if he is a little hungry and salivating. Though that may have been because he was watching Natalie. And because Drew looked so very good while the fledgling fed.

Toby responds to the werewolf's unspoken invitation by taking a seat on the sofa, settling and even leaning against Drew's side, practically nuzzling him. Plucking up the joint between his fingers and delivering it to Drew, ]

There's a special flower in it, you'd said—what is it?

Good. [He grins and takes the joint from Toby, sparking it up, sucking in one huge breath, his free foot moving so that it was slung over Toby's lap and the werewolf was curled up in the corner of the sofa.

His eyes close slightly as he holds his breath for a few seconds, exhaling upwards towards the sealing with a groan, his free hand moves round to card through Toby's hair, it was pretty clear that while he smoked boundaries and politeness had become a thing of the past. His eyebrows knit together as Toby asks that question, tilting his head to the side and contemplating both the vampire and the joint.]

Its wolfsbane...

[...doesn't that have toxic properties?]

Why are you smoking wolfsbane?

[Toby wonders if he's immune to the toxicity himself. He might be. Whatever. He'll take his chances. Besides, he's way too comfortable with Drew anyway, and doesn't mind the feeling of Drew's fingers going through his hair.]

[He knew it would come with these kinds of questions, especially if Tobias knew about the fact it was essentially a poison.]

Its the only way to get the drugs to work. [He coughs slightly, fingers still casually toying with Toby's silky hair.] Burns out the lining of my lungs, puts it straight into my blood stream... too much might kill me, but I've been doing this long enough to get the balance right.

[He licks his lips, reaching out for his sports bottle and taking a thirsty gulp.] Was a bit of a joke tellin' the guy who got it for me it was what I need it, better stay on his good side or he'll be the perfect person to use it against me.

[Toby nods and idly rests an arm over the leg Drew has outstretched over his lap.]

I see. Quite the clever workaround. Seems you found a dealer quickly enough. You're sure that was a joke rather than a threat?

[How does he know he could trust the guy...?]

[He sighs.] No idea, man... he's kinda... strange? [Mostly because he could turn into a hellish looking cat and a bat with a strange hellish voice.]

A guy told me to call him, Dorian... then the dealer, Matthew, he worked shit out pretty damn quickly. He seems to like me sure enough. [There's a glint in his eye as he says it, its pretty clear they'd had more than your standard dealer experience.]

[It's one thing to hear Dorian's name; Toby straightens up when he hears it. But his first response to Matthew's is a sense of alarm, enough that he pulls away from Drew to sit up. Toby tries to hide the distress in his expression, but his body tenses, keying up defensively. It's as if he's ready to be bludgeoned repeatedly.]

Oh. [He swallows anxiously, his nervousness this time very different from that at the swear-in.] I... uh, didn't realize you all were acquainted.

[He hadn't expected this. He'd expected Toby to just nod at his stupid story, not freak out as the scent of anxiety and distress suddenly flood the room, his eyes widen slightly, head tilting slowly to the side. His reactions were slow thanks to the drugs but he wasn't completely confused.]

Hey, come back... [He gestures with a grabby hand for Toby to resume his previously relaxed expression.] They're just a couple guys I met when I got here, both of 'em kinda welcomin'... it ain't worth freakin' out over.

[Inwardly, he tells himself to settle down after that kneejerk reaction, but it's hard. He takes slow, quiet breaths to calm himself before carefully, delicately leaning against Drew again.]

Right... Sorry about that.

[He wonders if Dorian had mentioned—but then again, Toby hadn't specified that he and Dorian were together. So maybe it was the same, the other way around.

As for Abduxel... Well, Toby chastises himself in his thoughts; his reaction was an absolute embarrassment. How could he have lost his cool so quickly, or reveal to anyone else his frustration? Toby can't let Dorian find out what Abduxel puts him through just so he could be together and happy with Dorian, and a part of that means hiding it from anyone else who might side with Abduxel.]

I know them; they're not bad, not really. [This is part truth and part rationalization. Toby is still fighting the sting of hurt that comes with his conflicted feelings about Abduxel, and trying to guard himself from the possibility of Dorian breaking his still-healing heart again.] Things are complicated, is all. I-I really am sorry about that. Because you're right, it's not a big deal...

[He tries to shut down that part of his brain that is thinking about all this way too hard.]

[When Toby's leaning against him again he moves a hand to ruffle the vampires hair, the joint once again between his lips. He could smell the frustration, smell those burgeoning feelings just below the surface but didn't know quite where they were going toward. He tilts his head, words forming lazily as he speaks.] Please tell me y'didn't fuck Matthew too?

[Which was quite some revelation, but if it turned out the man he'd shagged in his first fortnight here was Toby's boyfriend, well, that would be awkward. Or it would give the vampire a get out of jail free card.]

[The question surprises Toby, jolting him out of his dark and frustrated thoughts, and so he lets out an incredulous laugh. Drew's hand in his hair starts to calm Toby, and soon his defensive wariness subsides as he relaxes.]

What? Oh, no—not at all, I didn't. [~~This doesn't mean he wouldn't necessarily. Perhaps if he weren't taken. But also, perhaps not.~~ The fact that Drew thinks Toby had slept with (or might've been together with) Abduxel is quite shocking and amusing.] No, Matthew helped me find Dorian, who's from my world and... also happens to be who I'm together with.

[Here, he offers a small but beaming smile because just thinking of Dorian and knowing they're together has a way of making Toby feel rather special.]

[Drew just nods slowly before curling up and getting a little more comfortable around the other man. He nods slowly.] Just one of us, then. Guess it woulda been too hilarious thinkin' the two of us had got down and dirty with the same man.

[Dorian. Oh. That was Toby's boyfriend? It seemed almost out of place from what he knew of the former.] Oh yeah? He swung by here a couple weeks ago, hooked me up with Matthew. Gave me a book I haven't tried to read yet... he's cute. [He nods again, the motion slow as he smokes before absent mindedly passing the joint to Toby whether he wanted to smoke or not.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

~~[He might actually know if he hadn't been dead.]~~

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?

[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.

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...

[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.

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