Josh is probably almost as confused by the signals he's putting out as Dwayne is, though he's mercifully unaware the big ginger can probably smell the hint of arousal on him to go along with everything else. He knows now isn't the time or the place, and, heck, that there's probably never going to be an appropriate time or place, but it's hard to completely ignore the fact Dwayne hits so many of his kinks so hard the man might as well have a damn sledge hammer... and the obvious competence isn't helping on that point either.
So, yeah, food. Cleaning up. Awesome distractions before he manages to actively embarrass himself instead of just doing it passively. "How does spaghetti sound?" He's used to bulking meals up with as many cheap carbs as he can, because even without a werewolf metabolism it can be hard to come by enough calories to fuel almost three hundred pounds of muscle on the kind of budget he's working with, but as a bonus there's actually plenty of meat to throw into it now. In fact, he thinks there might even have been some Italian sausage in the fridge, which just about has his mouth watering. "It's not fancy, but it's easy and filling, and I doctor up a mean jarred sauce." He grins, the kind of quick, bright smile that tends to put people off their guard and make them forget that he towers over them, and deposits the onion he discovered on the counter. Because onion is an essential addition to making a cheap jar of sauce taste good.
"Can do garlic bread too, if we've got the fixings," he adds, and shifts his attention to checking to see if they do, because spaghetti might be a pretty simple, basic meal, but he's determined to impress with it if at all possible.
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Date: 2015-04-17 08:22 am (UTC)So, yeah, food. Cleaning up. Awesome distractions before he manages to actively embarrass himself instead of just doing it passively. "How does spaghetti sound?" He's used to bulking meals up with as many cheap carbs as he can, because even without a werewolf metabolism it can be hard to come by enough calories to fuel almost three hundred pounds of muscle on the kind of budget he's working with, but as a bonus there's actually plenty of meat to throw into it now. In fact, he thinks there might even have been some Italian sausage in the fridge, which just about has his mouth watering. "It's not fancy, but it's easy and filling, and I doctor up a mean jarred sauce." He grins, the kind of quick, bright smile that tends to put people off their guard and make them forget that he towers over them, and deposits the onion he discovered on the counter. Because onion is an essential addition to making a cheap jar of sauce taste good.
"Can do garlic bread too, if we've got the fixings," he adds, and shifts his attention to checking to see if they do, because spaghetti might be a pretty simple, basic meal, but he's determined to impress with it if at all possible.