Another chuckle, but more like a hard push of air left him at his answer. “That’s absolutely nothing,” it bled over in a series of chuckles and giggles from there. “But I get it,” Even though he was curious, he wasn’t sure how much he’d actually wanted to know. It was enough to know what was out there, last time had been more than enough for him and his friends but they would have to live with that knowledge forever now. Would they ever feel really safe again? Probably not.
“Ah,” he said and rolled over on his side so he faced Leon and pushed himself up on one elbow. In his other hand he held up a ziplock back he’d pulled from his back pocket. “With this,” he said. The bag held something that looked like course ground bark. “Say what you want about herbal medicine, you don’t have to believe it, but this shit works, enough could knock out a fucking horse,” When you travelled the way Irving travelled, it was easy to see a different side of things because he had time to explore what he wanted to explore. “you might be tripping balls at first, or you’ll fall right asleep. Either way,” he shrugged and dropped the bag on top of Leon’s chest. “You’ll have a great sleep. It’s not drugs and can be poisonous if you take too much too often but you’ll know when you’ve reached that limit,” he would throw up like there was no tomorrow at that point.
“You just brew it like tea and drink it.” It did taste like drinking liquid bark but hell, it did what he had been promised it would. “Or we can have a good old fuck now to knock you out instead of tomorrow morning when you’re actually somewhat well-rested,” he teased. “Even before you buy me that dinner you owe me,” he didn’t hold that over him, or expect it, to be honest. he hadn’t even expected to hear from him again after they could all go home last time. But it was fun to tease with.
“Well, pretty sure if you asked my bosses, they would say it’s classified. I don’t think I want to go around telling people classified information.” No matter how much he trusts Irving. Besides, the less he knows the better. It will just make everything messy otherwise. Besides, he’s pretty sure Irving feels unsafe enough as is.
While Irving rolls over on his side, Leon stays on his beck, simply turning his head to the side so that his cheek is pressed against the very comfortable mattress and his gaze is on Irving and the bag.
“I’m not sure I want to take something that might make me trip. I get enough of crazy shit in my day to day life.” And if he does end up ‘tripping balls’ as Irving so delicately put it, he’s not so sure what the hell he’ll end up seeing.
The bag is grabbed from his chest, holding it up in front of his face. Yeah, he’s not so sure he trusts it, so instead of doing anything with it, he simply paces it on the bed beside him.
The mention of a fuck has him pausing, blinking at Irving a couple of times. He didn’t actually expect anything like that, so he’s a little taken aback, and he’s unsure if he looks as flustered as he feels. Damn it.
He’s quick to recover, however, leaning in close to Irving’s face - right into his space. His head getting to the point where it’s inches from Irving’s, lips close enough to the other’s that he can feel his breath. “Well, if we do end up fucking....I’ll definitely have to follow up on that date, huh?”
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