"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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