Plus, Josh has some actual, good groceries to work with. Decent jarred spices, even if it's just a few of them. Butter instead of cheap, watery imitation spread. Good quality grated and shredded cheese. Nothing meant for a complicated menu, but definitely enough to throw together a couple of steaks and a salad, some french bread pizzas, or, well, yes. Spaghetti.
Dwayne smirks. Josh has no idea... "It definitely won't go to waste. I don't fight heavyweight anymore, but ring weight hasn't changed." He rolls his shoulders, amused. Big and solid without tipping into "too stacked to move", but there's no mistaking him for anything but a tank. Now that he has a plan, he does unbutton his cuffs, just as ready to get his stiff dress clothes off, and he rolls up his sleeves as he talks.
They both seem to be charmers, not just bricks, and Dwayne likes that. It makes him a lot more confident that, were Josh to stick around, he could actually work with him, and God knows that if the kid was really serious about this, he would be better off with someone who knew what they were doing. The exact, ugly details of just what kind of ending the story could have had are still a little too fresh in mind and the more Dwayne watches Josh, the more his wolf disapproves. He fights well, but he's still just a pup.
Well, the wolf doesn't get a full say in the matter. But Dwayne does agree that Josh isn't cut out to be muscle...not if he wants to keep that brightness.
"I ordered a few things for you in those bags there. It was short notice, but I already know my way around the Big And Tall store, so it should fit." He indicates the shopping bags on the couch. "I may make a trip by some contacts later, but that'll be strictly a casual occasion, so jeans will do the job. No black tie affairs on the planner at the moment." He gives a look around, searching for anything that needs immediate attention. There isn't much, but he'll be fidgety for a bit until they get settled in anyway. May as well burn off the energy with whatever is most productive. "Go ahead and get clean. Just make sure to take a break if you get dizzy, alright? No accidents. I'll finish up out here."
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Dwayne smirks. Josh has no idea... "It definitely won't go to waste. I don't fight heavyweight anymore, but ring weight hasn't changed." He rolls his shoulders, amused. Big and solid without tipping into "too stacked to move", but there's no mistaking him for anything but a tank. Now that he has a plan, he does unbutton his cuffs, just as ready to get his stiff dress clothes off, and he rolls up his sleeves as he talks.
They both seem to be charmers, not just bricks, and Dwayne likes that. It makes him a lot more confident that, were Josh to stick around, he could actually work with him, and God knows that if the kid was really serious about this, he would be better off with someone who knew what they were doing. The exact, ugly details of just what kind of ending the story could have had are still a little too fresh in mind and the more Dwayne watches Josh, the more his wolf disapproves. He fights well, but he's still just a pup.
Well, the wolf doesn't get a full say in the matter. But Dwayne does agree that Josh isn't cut out to be muscle...not if he wants to keep that brightness.
"I ordered a few things for you in those bags there. It was short notice, but I already know my way around the Big And Tall store, so it should fit." He indicates the shopping bags on the couch. "I may make a trip by some contacts later, but that'll be strictly a casual occasion, so jeans will do the job. No black tie affairs on the planner at the moment." He gives a look around, searching for anything that needs immediate attention. There isn't much, but he'll be fidgety for a bit until they get settled in anyway. May as well burn off the energy with whatever is most productive. "Go ahead and get clean. Just make sure to take a break if you get dizzy, alright? No accidents. I'll finish up out here."