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Post by Clash on Aug 4, 2010 16:24:47 GMT -7
Clash looked embarrassed... then slowly started to walk back towards Drasc's room, where he got the clothes. "Sorry Drasc..." Clash started to take the skirt off as he walked, There was a "thump" in the hall as clash tripped on the skirt and landed flat on his face, skirt around his legs. "ow..."
He lay there for a bit, not wanting to get up... then he got up and started to walk down the hall again to put the clothes away.
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 4, 2010 16:28:51 GMT -7
He had finally put all of the food away in the kitchen. He washed his hands and looked up to the ceiling when he heard the thump.
"Oi what is he doing now?" He muttered.
Drascarine made his way upstairs. He walked into his room watching Clash put away the clothes.
"Did you hit something? I heard a sound." He said. His eyes trailing over Clash's body. He blushed and looked away.
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Post by Clash on Aug 4, 2010 16:48:13 GMT -7
Clash gave Drascarine a guilty look, his voice meek and sad. "I'm sorry I put on the clothes... I tripped in the hall... I'll go put them away." Clash looked quite spiffy in the tube top and his boxers but still also looking amazingly sad. He started to put the clothes back into a large metal box, his own clothes folded on the bed. He picked up his pants first and started to step back into them...
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 4, 2010 17:11:11 GMT -7
Drascarine moved to the closet and put the lock on the metal box. It was a big box so there was no way he could hide it. Drascarine shut the door trying to hide his sad look. "It's fine." He murmured. He had forgotten all about the metal box. For good reason too. He did not even know why he kept it...Habit he guessed. He hid the tears, nibbling on his index finger quietly. He felt like hugging his fish plushie.
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Post by Clash on Aug 4, 2010 17:30:18 GMT -7
Clash saw Drascarine's sad face, he tried to hide it but Clash caught glimpses of it, saw him start to nibble on his finger... Clash moved over curiously wanting to see what's wrong. There was something about that box that Drascarine didn't like and Clash wanted to find out what... He was wearing his pants but no shirt, he walked behind Drascarine and wrapped his arms around his waste, resting his head on him and giving him a hug from behind.
"I'm sorry... I won't go through that box again, I promise."
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 4, 2010 17:35:35 GMT -7
'Does he know? Did he find anything? Does he know about what happened? Does he know about my scars...?' He thought quietly. He was about to absent mindetly touch his outer thigh but Clash's hug made him stop. He closed his eyes and gave a soft sigh. He was grateful that Clash was not going to go through the box ever again. Or so he thought. He slowly turned around in Clash's arms and smiled a little, his fears gone again. He kissed Clash slowly on the lips trying to avert the attention from the box. "I'm going to go make us dinner." He whispered.
Drascarine slipped out of Clash's grip as he went downstairs and to the kitchen.
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Post by Clash on Aug 4, 2010 17:40:17 GMT -7
Clash looked at the box, he made a mean face at it then grabbed his shirt and went downstairs to see Drascarine. "dinner dinner dinner dinner dinner dinner dinner dinner... What's dinner?" Clash moved into the kitchen and sat at the table, watching Drascarine as he cooked. He knew better than to look into that evil box again? But he did wonder some things about the box... mainly: "If that box makes you sad... how come you keep it?" Clash asked the question innocently enough but there was that tace of worry in his voice, he didn't want that box making Drascarine sad! He wanted to make sure his best friend was ok!
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 4, 2010 17:49:21 GMT -7
"Dinner is a meal people have in the evening when they eat. " Drascarine said. He was cooking them mushroom creme pasta. It was a little quiet until Clash asked him why he kept the box. He was caught off guard. He had emptied the pasta into a big bowl. He put the bowl on the table and then went back to empty the skillet he had used for browning the meat, the grease still hot. He accidentally dropped the skillet and some grease splashed onto his hand. He had been so deep in thought about the question that he hadnt been paying attention.
Drascarine yelled in pain, holding his hand and pacing back and forth. He started cursing the skillet and grease in French. Then in Japanese. Then in German. He stood there waiting for his hand to start healing and forgot to even mention to Clash that he was going to be fine.
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Post by Clash on Aug 4, 2010 18:02:58 GMT -7
Clash suddenly heard a bunch of words in a bunch of languages he didn't know, he did know dinner though thanks to Drascarine. He got up and went over to see him quickly. "nuuuuuuuuu!" yes he actually said "nu". He went over and started to kiss Drascarine's hand, trying to help him feel better after that burn, he was speaking in a slightly panicked voice as he heard the anger and frustration in Drascarine's voice.
"I'm sorry! I won't ask about the box, I'm so sorry! please be OK! please be ok!!" Clash started trying to move Drascarine away from the oven, trying to get him over to a chair so he can sit down. He was blowing this burn whole-heartedly out of proportions but this was Drascarine, he best friend, his only friend we were talking about here!
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 4, 2010 18:10:16 GMT -7
Drascarine smiled at Clash, watching him. He had forgotten all about the box again. It was nice to see someone that cared about him. Even though his exs never did...
Drascarine flexed his hand. It was getting better and quickly. "I..I am fine Clash!" He smiled. He had grabbed a mug of water and poured salt into it quickly before Clash made him sit. He stuck his hand into the mug and quickly the burn disapeared. He pulled his hand out of the mug and showed Clash.
"Being a merman has its benefits..."He murmured, stroking Clash's cheek slowly with a smile. He got up and gently pressed Clash against the wall. His hands on either side of his head. "Just do not mention that box ever again..." He whispered softly, staring Clash in the eyes.
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Post by Clash on Aug 4, 2010 18:33:14 GMT -7
Clash was so amazingly relieved that Drascarine wasn't hurt, watching him heal his hand with salt water. "you're OK!" Clash sounded so happy, so relieved, he moved himself back as Drascarine pushed him to the wall, his eyes going wide with surprise and a little fear, He nodded to the request not to mention the box again, then slowly started to slide down the wall, not breaking eye contact as he slowly curled into a small ball at Drascarine's feet.
"I won't mention it again... I promise... I'm sorry..."
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Post by Drascarine Allen Macurt on Aug 5, 2010 7:18:30 GMT -7
Drascarine stared at Clash. Watching his eyes go wide and watching him slide down the wall. His eyes still giving him the piercing gaze. He hated doing it but it had to be done. He did not want Clash going anywhere near that box. He did not even want him to mention it ever again.
Drascarine sank to Clash's level. He looked at Clash and then wrapped his arms around him slowly. His eyes closed. "It is fine. I just do not like thinking about that box..."
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Post by Clash on Aug 5, 2010 7:32:18 GMT -7
"ok... I won't..." Clash was still worried, Drascarine was his friend but he scared him like that, why did he even have that box if it made him act like this? He couldn't get it out of his head but he wouldn't talk about it. He didn't want Drasc to feel bad, he didn't want to hurt his best friend. Clash wrapped his arms around Drascarine and leaned against him as they closed their eyes.
Something about Drasc's touch just lit a small fire in Clash, keeping him warm and making him feel safe. He hadn't been alive for all that long but he knew he liked this feeling, and he liked Drascarine, he made a soft "hmmmm..." and rested his head on his friend's shoulder, dinner suddenly seemed quite unimportant to him as he snuggled his friend.
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