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[If he were capable right now, he'd be smiling, pleased that Drew's guard is sinking back down again. But he's also trapped himself, as he really doesn't want to shift back in front of the werewolf; he doubts it would be taken well, given his horns...]

It's alright. I know how I look and sound.

[There's that grating, disconcerting laugh again. He does brush past, acting the part of a real cat, headbutting Drew's hand and walking along with his back arched for rubs or scratches.]

I usually don't tell people so early. You can imagine why.

[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.

[Matthew starts purring as Drew pets him, and it sounds about as awful and creepy as you might expect. Maybe like a garborating dump-truck or something.

He walks along, turns around and does it again.]

Even if you had my beautiful voice?

[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.

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?

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.]

[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.]

[Drew raises an eyebrow at that. Be careful where you climb Matthew, after all its not like Drew has multiple layers of clothing protecting his bare flesh right now.]

You tryin'a call me fat or somethin'? [He scratches Matthew's head once more before moving to dislodge the cat.] An' like hell am I gonna carry your ass 'round like some kinda slave. You've got legs, y'can use 'em.

[He's pushed away easily but tries to get onto Drew again.]

Fat? [He just laughs.] Come on. Is it because I'm not cute?

You're cute enough, sure, when you're human.

[He smirks.] Main reason is just you've got claws an' I'm not gettin' rough with you when you're in this form.

I'll take the compliment, thank you, but don't worry; I may look like a delicate flower in this form, but it's all an illusion.

[He'd be smirking if he were human.

It dawns on him as he ponders over how to do this discretely - that is, shapeshift back and hide his horns quickly using blood magic - that Drew will probably smell the burnt blood even if the ritual somehow goes unseen.

Well, he decides, that's just a risk he is going to have to take. Explaining away such blatantly hellish features wasn't bound to go well when Drew clearly already suspected something, and for good reason.]

How about I meet you there?

[His voice distorts even further as he says that because he has shapeshifted mid-sentence; the bat is back, and he crawls probably uncomfortably up Drew's skin to get to "higher ground" for an easy take-off. Clearly, Matthew is not the most conscientious shapeshifter around.]

After what happened last time I'm probably never gonna assume you're delicate...

[Because had his body been capable of it, he'd probably still have the bruises. Except his eyebrows are knitting together with Matthew's next statement.]

An' why would we do that? [His teeth grit against the claws.] You tryin'a hide your naked body from me or somethin'? Worried about gettin' dirty here in the woods?

Good call.

[He winks, but it's really hard to tell, since his three eyes blink out of sync so regularly.]

Maybe I'm modest, Drew.

[He's not even trying to lie well, instead just passing it off as a joke from his new perch on the man's shoulder.]

[He raises his eyebrows at that, cocking his head to the side just to really show Matthew he's doing it.]

You, modest? Dude you fucked me the second time we met... you're about as modest as an exhibitionist nympho.

[He starts to laugh. It would be a hearty laugh if it wasn't so creepy and many-voiced.]

Right, well, you've ruined my innocence then, haven't you? I was a good God-fearing virgin before I met you.

[He dives off of Drew's shoulder with that comment, flapping wildly to catch air. Yes, he's genuinely trying to fly off without Drew. This won't seem weird at all, right?]

I'll see you at your place, casa nova.

Edited 2015-08-31 00:57 (UTC)

As if. The way you almost left me bruised wasn't even close to God fearin' virgin. You were practically a beast. [He rolls his eyes.]

We took your car here? [He blinks a couple times.] You're actin' pretty damn weird, which is already pretty weird considerin' what we've done so far. But hey, I'll see you there. [With that he drops down to all fours, within seconds becoming a wolf again, pushing that transformation a little faster despite the pain it caused.]

[He laughs more, which probably doesn't help the whole acting weird thing.

He tries to fly back to Drew's place as fast as he can; breaking in is quick and easy, and there he makes the shift. Nothing to do but glamour himself as quickly as he can, heartbeat surging as he tries to complete his spells before Drew catches up. Putting the glamour on his horns requires blood; then he casts again, to hide the wounds he had to make; in the lattermost spell, he tries to mask the smell of blood, too, or blot it out of existence at least. For Drew, that might be similar to having a conspicuous and noticable blindspot in your sight: Abduxel's never practiced hiding smells, and doesn't understand the depth of smell well enough to do it seamlessly. That is, if Drew doesn't first walk in on him with either his horns out or a cut on his arm and a knife in his hand, anyway.]

[Definitely weird. Not that it matters though, if Matthew wanted to meet him there well then far be it for the werewolf to try and stop him. He lets out one last howl before he's suddenly off like a shot, becoming a blur in the forest as he makes his way back home, following nose and instinct rather than any landmark.

It doesn't take him long to avoid near his building again and he transforms back quickly, he may have left the house in a car but now he was here with no keys, no clothes and nothing to help him get inside but an open window. He throws himself up to the sill thanks to a bout of supernatural strength and hauls himself up and over, collapsing on the floor of his own place and not looking at Matthew just yet. The only reason he knew the other man was there was because he could smell him.]

You're gonna have to get your driver to find my clothes an' keys.

Edited 2015-09-02 22:05 (UTC)

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