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[OOM: Warren has spent most of the last week enjoying himself with Kyle (warning for smut), but he's beginning to get restless. Cabin fever and werewolves don't mix well, especially the week before the full moon.
A long walk out by the lake in the moonlight seems like just the thing, but first Warren would like a drink. .... And maybe an order of paradoxes. He's become a bit addicted to them.]
Warren walks down the stairs, towing Kyle along beside him by the hand and looking cheerful in jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt that says 'If you drink, don't drive. Don't even putt.' He pauses to glance around as they reach the foot of the stairs and then heads towards the furniture clustered around the fireplace. He's not in the mood to sit at the bar or one of the tables; he'd rather sprawl on the couch.
A long walk out by the lake in the moonlight seems like just the thing, but first Warren would like a drink. .... And maybe an order of paradoxes. He's become a bit addicted to them.]
Warren walks down the stairs, towing Kyle along beside him by the hand and looking cheerful in jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt that says 'If you drink, don't drive. Don't even putt.' He pauses to glance around as they reach the foot of the stairs and then heads towards the furniture clustered around the fireplace. He's not in the mood to sit at the bar or one of the tables; he'd rather sprawl on the couch.