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[willinglychanged]

[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.

[hisheartsdesire]

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...

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[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.]

[hisheartsdesire]

[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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Hell y'could whip it out and confirm some details if y'wanted? [He nudges against him with a shoulder as if to egg him on.]

[hisheartsdesire]

[While lazily shoving Drew back, he's clearly cracked up about it.]

Nice try, but not this time!

[willinglychanged]

[He sighs, looking the picture of disappointment.]

Well damn, maybe I'll ask again in a couple hours, lull you into some kinda false sense of security.

[hisheartsdesire]

[Feeling kinda bad about it, Toby frowns slightly but remains good-spirited.]

...But you just mentioned your scandalous plan aloud!

[willinglychanged]

[He wasn't really disappointed but at least the act was working.]

I'm just never gonna make it as a super villain, am I? Givin' out all my secrets so quick.

[hisheartsdesire]

Perhaps not, but you can't mean you've revealed all your secrets. [A small chuckle.] I know there's more to you that I haven't discovered.

[Like the thing where Drew can turn back into a human during the full moon he eventually learns about in the log following this...]

WAIT WRONG THREAD

[willinglychanged]

[He chuckles.] I'm an open book Toby, you've just gotta ask the right questions. [He grins nice and wide, squeezing an arm around Toby.] Y'should take advantage of the fact I ain't so in control of myself an' ask 'em.

did i mess you up with the inclusion of the wolf bit?

[hisheartsdesire]

—If only I knew all the questions to ask. [Even being pulled close and tight against Drew, Toby finds himself grinning and feeling perfectly comfortable.] Then I might actually be capable of taking advantage of the situation.

[Though the reality is, he probably wouldn't be much good at taking advantage of it anyway. Not in any normal circumstance, that is; and so far, these are fairly normal circumstances so far as Toby's concerned.]

yes we'll blame you

[willinglychanged]

[He just smiles even wider.] Well hell, I can't go tellin' you the questions, kinda spoils the whole thing. [He flicks ash from the joint into a nearby ash tray, a painted clay thing he'd seen in a store before taking another long reek and passing it to Toby, he hadn't even bothered to ask if the vampire could get affected by this crap.]

[hisheartsdesire]

Got a light? [Just one night won't kill him, he thinks. And he doesn't expect to be doing this anytime soon in the foreseeable future.]

Anyway, keep your secrets for now, and you can surprise me later. More fun for the both of us, I think.

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[He pulls out the small pink bic lighter and hands it to Toby, moving his legs out from underneath him and putting them across Toby's lap instead.]

My legs are dead. [He groans out the word as if it was actually killing him.] And I'm all about fun and surprises.

[hisheartsdesire]

[He lights up before taking a hit and mouth-nose exhaling as he holds it out for Drew.

In an amused tone, ] Funny how I come over for dinner as a delivery boy who's now smoking your pot and offering a leg rub like some sort of house-call therapist.

[willinglychanged]

Leg rub? [He perks up.] You could totally give me a leg rub. An' you're not a therapist, you're just a friend I totally wanna bang who happens to like stickin' his teeth in me.

[hisheartsdesire]

Now that you mention it, I haven't exactly sunk my teeth into you just yet, have I? [With a smirk, ] Which means, what—do I work on the leg rub, feed you the pizza, or take my own dinner first?

[willinglychanged]

You've gotta figure these things out. [He flaps a hand in the air.] Stoned Drew don't make decisions.

[hisheartsdesire]

All right. [He repositions himself to give Drew a leg rub, and soon his hands are roving over and massaging Drew's muscles.] Let's get you good and comfy, shall we?

[willinglychanged]

[He groans.] Make sure you're nice an' rough, that's how I like it. [He grins before reclining slightly in his chair.] An' comfortable sounds pretty damn good.

[hisheartsdesire]

Here... we... go...

[He works his hands roughly on Drew's legs, slowly and carefully making his way up to Drew's thighs.]

So... how is it?

[willinglychanged]

[He just lets out a loud groan. It was the kind of groan that one could expect in a way more sexual situation than the one they were in and he writhes a little on the sofa.]

Its good, but y'can keep going still. [At which point he takes another long exhale on the joint, sparking it back up from where it'd burned out. He could already feel the buzz in his limbs, which combined with the leg rub felt really damn good.]

[hisheartsdesire]

Yeah, sure.

[So he massages Drew thoroughly, and his thoughts soon start to wander. Drew certainly is rather fit—more fit than Toby himself, or Dorian. But they both came from times when high society frowned upon hard work, and so their bodies reflect that sort of life. But here and now, the feel of his musculature is really quite attractive.

Wordlessly, he continues working Drew's thighs, though somewhat absently as his thoughts get away from him.]

[willinglychanged]

[Drew lets his head throw back, resting on a pillow as Toby works on his legs with another soft little groan. He still let's the joint hang out of the corner of his mouth, puffing on it occasionally as he practically melts there, clearly enjoying himself despite Toby's wandering thoughts. He was none the wiser himself.]