"Yeah, well-" Josh huffs, head ducking slightly as he keeps grinning. Apparently he really doesn't hold a grudge... but then, between them he figures Dwayne would be the one entitled to given he got punched in the nuts. "Glad I didn't do any lasting damage." And damn glad that Dwayne hadn't either... and if Josh had any clue what Dwayne's hiding he'd be damn impressed with his restraint and control, too. He knows just how much stronger weres are than humans.
Josh echoes Dwayne's laugh, easy and warm despite the circumstances. He's nothing if not good at rolling with the punches, literal or figurative. "Yeah? I'll keep that in mind." And it won't exactly be a hardship, given how appealing that self-satisfied, smug look is on the big ginger... and the fact that Josh tends to flirt like breathing, even if he rarely means for it to go anywhere.
He huffs out another laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners and shoulders shaking... then winces slightly and presses a hand to his head. "Ouch." He scrubs the hand down his face then drops it again and fiddles with his phone, smile back in place already. "Well, I can think of plenty of places I wouldn't mind you shoving me, but the trunk of your car definitely isn't on the list." He winks teasingly, because why not? And it never hurts to make sure up front he's not saddling himself working with a homophobe, if he is hopefully they can find some way to end this, preferably still amicably, before things go any farther. "I'm Josh. Warner." Because he might get that out there up front as well, given his dad had an extensive and less than savory reputation.
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Date: 2014-09-04 08:20 pm (UTC)Josh echoes Dwayne's laugh, easy and warm despite the circumstances. He's nothing if not good at rolling with the punches, literal or figurative. "Yeah? I'll keep that in mind." And it won't exactly be a hardship, given how appealing that self-satisfied, smug look is on the big ginger... and the fact that Josh tends to flirt like breathing, even if he rarely means for it to go anywhere.
He huffs out another laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners and shoulders shaking... then winces slightly and presses a hand to his head. "Ouch." He scrubs the hand down his face then drops it again and fiddles with his phone, smile back in place already. "Well, I can think of plenty of places I wouldn't mind you shoving me, but the trunk of your car definitely isn't on the list." He winks teasingly, because why not? And it never hurts to make sure up front he's not saddling himself working with a homophobe, if he is hopefully they can find some way to end this, preferably still amicably, before things go any farther. "I'm Josh. Warner." Because he might get that out there up front as well, given his dad had an extensive and less than savory reputation.