"Okay yeah that part was a lie, I can totally write... I just try to avoid it a lot of the time." When it sounds like Leo is making his excuses to leave though Drew turns to him with big, puppy dog eyes. "Wait wait, y'tryin'a leave? What if I die or somethin'... y'could totally stick around for a while, keep me company?" Which in Drew's world was probably one hell of a loaded invitation.
"You are stoned off your ass, dude," Leo says, unable to help the bubble of laughter that comes up through his words. "You shouldn't be inviting strangers to hang out with you." But he hesitates, then reaches down to card his fingers through Drew's hair in a way that he hopes is soothing. "But alright. I can chill here for a little while."
Drew just laughs loudly. "I invite strangers into my place all the time... y'should see the amount of guys that've come back here after a hard night's drinkin' at the bar just 'cause I live 'round the block." Which was true and he really shouldn't be so open about it. "Besides, you're too cute to try an' kill someone... an' somethin' tells me you'd have a hard time killin' little ol' me."
"Sounds pretty convenient, if that's the kind of thing you're into." Which isn't him casting shade at all. He's honestly more amused than anything else at this point, and he gives the tip of Drew's nose a gentle little tweak. "And you don't know me, dude. I might be an actual sneak badass. Maybe I'm a judo master."
Drew shrugs slow and deliberate, his mouth widening in a grin. "I don't care if you're a judo master, I'm a stoned werewolf... I'll just bite off your hands and eat them. Its like the creepier version of lil' red ridin' hood." He wouldn't think of doing that, either. "Or we could just snuggle, I mean, why y'gotta worry 'bout the danger?"
That gives Leo's hand pause. Not that he's really bothered or frightened - just a little surprised. He gives a gentle tug on a lock of hair. "Back up, buddy. You seriously a werewolf?"
"Gotta say you're not really giving me a compelling reason to go anywhere." Leo is half amused, half just completely baffled. "Doesn't politeness dictate that you disclose that kind of thing before you invite someone into your home?"
"Yeah but if I went ahead an' told ya I wasa werewolf y'might not have come an' brought me soda..." And that was the biggest problem here, he wanted his soda after all. "An' stick around then, I'll give you a reason to stay. Complete with huffin', puffin' and blowin'."
"Uh huh. No offense, buddy, but you don't look like you're gonna be huffin' and puffin' anytime soon. Maybe 'snoozin' and snorin'.'" His hand sinks back into Drew's hair, blunt nails scratching at his scalp.
"You'd be surprised... I'm like an all seasons kinda huff 'n' puffer." He grins, shifting on the sofa slightly, humming a little at fingers scratching at his scalp. "Y'got nice hands, glad you're stayin'... maybe I won't eat 'em after all."
"So is this the kind of thing you do often?" It's said with an amused sort of murmur, and he settles in on the arm of the sofa, looking down at Drew. "The whole 'getting debilitatingly stoned' thing."
Drew just starts cackling. "I thought y'were askin' 'bout whether or not I let strangers into my house a lot, sounded like one hell of a shitty pick up line... but uh, yeah, the answer's yeah to both of those."
"Jesus, dude," he says, but he's laughing as he does. "I'm gonna call all my friends. Have a party at your place while you're sacked out." Spoilers: he doesn't really have many of those, whatever.
Drew just grins at the idea. "Not like there's anythin' here worth stealin' man... as long as they bring snacks I'll be pretty chill 'bout the whole thing. Sometimes half the pack come here for sleepovers an' crap. Half the laundry ain't even mine."
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