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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 3, 2010 11:35:50 GMT -7
He kept his eyes on the road. Maybe he should listen to some music. Nah he did not want to freak out Clash. "Really? That is a little odd, but okay." So Clash does not remember anything before this. He just remembers...Well being here. Maybe he was just born or something.
Drascarine held back a giggle. Clash was so silly, poking at himself. Then again he would not blame him. He would be curious of himself too if he was like Clash. Then came the question from Clash. "Home. My home." He said.
It did not take long for them to get to his house. He did not really have neighbors for around a couple miles. He beckoned Clash to the front door. the pack on his shoulder. He opened the door and looked at Clash again. "Come on." He said in a gentle tone.
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Post by Clash on Aug 3, 2010 11:47:09 GMT -7
Clash opened the door, carefully watching to make sure he did it just the way Drascarine did it. "this is your home? It's big!" Clash followed Drasc, smiling, the was like a puppy dog, Suddenly he stopped, looking a little crestfallen, he gave Drascaline a sad look, realizing something...
"I don't have a home..."
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 3, 2010 11:55:27 GMT -7
Drascarine tossed his pack onto the couch. He blinked. "You were in the ocean. The ocean can be a home." He said.
He then smiled. "If I did not have this place I would call the ocean my home too. But I was born on land." He closed the door behind both of them and looked around. He gave Clash a quick tour of the house and then took him back to the guest room. "This can be your room. MY room is right down the hall." He pointed.
"Any questions?" He asked.
"I was about to go make us some food."
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Post by Clash on Aug 3, 2010 12:03:46 GMT -7
"the ocean was nice... but it was too big, I'd lose all my stuff." Not that he had any stuff to begin with... Upon seeing the guest room and hearing Drascarine's words he blinked and stepped into the guest room, he looked around at everything then looked back at his new friend, a giant smile crossing his lips as he spoke, his voice quivering with unabated, pure joy.
"I.. have a room"
Clash ran over to the bed and jumped onto it, the springs bouncing him. As if by instinct he grabbed the blankets and rolled himself into a large ball of bedding, his face sticking out and facing Drascarine. "your room's at that end, gotcha!" He blinked a few times at the mention of food, even a being born just moments ago understands the concepts of eating.
"food? What were you gunna get?"
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 3, 2010 12:11:25 GMT -7
"I suppose so. Unless you have your own boat." He said.
He gave a nod and smiled.
"Yeah your own room." His head moved up and down as he watched Clash jump on the bed. He held back a giggle and smiled a little. "I am going to try and make crepes with steak." He said.
He had never made crepes before so this would be an interesting experience for himself. Drascarine left the room and went to the kitchen to cook.
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Post by Clash on Aug 3, 2010 12:27:11 GMT -7
Clash rolled off the bed, landing square on his face with a loud thump. "ow..." He unwrapped from the blankets and followed, curious as to seeing what a crepe was. It sounded edible and Drascarine said it was, and that was enough for him! Clash stopped and looked into Drascarine's room, it was nice, had so much stuff...
Clash headed back towards the kitchen, his curiousity getting the better of him, as was his hunger. He hadn't eaten ever and he was interested in the first food in his life.
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 3, 2010 12:39:00 GMT -7
Drascarine put six eggs in the big bowl along with the crepe mix. He mixed it after putting water in it. Then he put some sugar in it since it didnt have any flavor. He let the batter sit for a bit before putting it in the pan. He heard footsteps and turned his head to see it was Clash. "Hi. This might take a while...There is a lot of crepe mix. But the steak is in the oven."
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Post by Clash on Aug 3, 2010 12:48:31 GMT -7
"ooooh!" Clash watched drascarine and his cooking, moving and sitting down in a chair. "I've never had Crepes before... or steak... or anything!" Clash licked his lips a bit, his eyes focussed on the oven. "wuzzat?" He pointed to the oven, unaware of what it was.
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 3, 2010 13:15:35 GMT -7
Drascarine made each crepe one by one. He was so glad to have a big nonstick pan. It was so weird meeting someone that had never had food before. He then looked to where Clash was pointing.
"It is called an oven. It makes food when you adjust the temperature and leave the food in there for a certain amount of time." He was done with the crepes a minutes afterwards. He turned off the stove and put the plate of crepes on the table. The steak was just about ready too. Drascarine was cleaning up the mess he had made but he was not prepared when he slipped and fell on the floor straight on his back. "Ouch...." He stared at the ceiling, groaning in pain. He forgot he spilled an egg on the floor earlier.
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Post by Clash on Aug 4, 2010 6:45:54 GMT -7
"so that's the oven..." Clash stared at it for a bit, watching as the crepes changed before his eyes from pools of batter to soft and delicious cakes. He watched closely and swallowed a bit as they were moved from the pan to the plate, then to the table, then Clash's eyes widened as Drascarine slipped and fell. "ah no!"
Clash got up and moved over to his friend, he knelt down and grabbed Drascarine's. He was surprised by this reaction, but it slowly started to make sense to him. Drascarine was his friend, the fall had clearly hurt him, and that was bad, and Clash wanted to make sure Drascarine was ok, that he felt better, that he wasn't hurt. "are you OK? You OK Drascarine?" Clash looked worried, kneeling over him and staring down at him.
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 4, 2010 8:12:15 GMT -7
His eyes focused a little. He stared at Clash. "Well thanks for blocking out the kitchen light. It was really stinging my eyes." He gave a soft sigh, trying to calm the banging pain in his head. "I think I am okay." Drascarine sat up before looking at his egg covered feet. "Ew...I am definitely taking a long shower after I eat." He reached up grabbing some paper towels, wiping off his feet.
"Well let's eat." He said. Carefully Drascarine got up and walked to the table, sitting in a chair.
"The steak should be just about done."
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Post by Clash on Aug 4, 2010 8:33:31 GMT -7
Clash blinked, was he good at blocking out lights? He moved a bit and tried to help block the light a little more, then moved out of the way as Drascarine sat up. "you're ok..." Clash removed his hand from Drasc's arm, still kneeling and watching as he wiped his feet. Drasc mentioned a shower. "Shower? what's that?"
Clash walked with him over to the table and looked hungrily at the crepes. "can I have one?" He pointed at one in particular, a perfectly round one a little bigger than the rest.
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 4, 2010 8:39:45 GMT -7
"A shower is a device that is made in the bathroom. You use it to wash your body. It keeps you clean." Drascarine explained. He hoped that he explained it well. Drascarine looked at the crepe then at Clash.
"Yeah." He reached over to the counter grabbing two plates and put one in front of Clash and himself. He grabbed the crepe that Clash pointed to and put it on Clash's plate. The cooking alarm dinged announcing that the steak was ready.
"Steak is ready."
Drascarine got up and got the steak out of the oven with oven mits. He put the steak on the table right next to the crepes. He cut off pieces of steak for them, putting them on their plates.
"Enjoy."
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