I'm a SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK! (Drescarine)

[Clash]

Clash squirmed and winced in his sleep, feeling Drasc pulling himself out of the blankets. He heard the sound of him falling off the bed then pulling on his pants, Clash opened his eyes and looked at his friend. "Drascarine..." Clash spoke in a soft, tired voice. Still sounding surprisingly innocent despite what had just happened. He stretched and started to pull himself out of the bed.

Clash's clothes were still in the kitchen, and he quickly started for the stairs, trying to get his pants and underwear on. He stopped and looked at the pile of cookies on the ground, then remembered... "Tickets..." Clash picked them up and stared at them, wondering how they'd get him to Ireland.

[Drascarine Allen Macurt]

Drascarine had gone into the closet to get the pan and the broom. He came back into the kitchen and saw that Clash was there. His blue eyes narrowed and he shifted uncomfortably. "Yes...Tickets..."He said softly.

Drascarine snatched the tickets away and tossed them in a drawer. "They are not really important." He muttered. Drascarine then started cleaning up the mess of the broken jar and cookies. He threw the mess into the trash can. "So uhm...Let's watch television!" He said trying to sound happy.

[Clash]

Clash blinked at his empty hands, staring at where there was once a pair of tickets but now there was only air. "oh, gone." Clash sounded sad, but he looked more surprised than anything else. He picked up his clothes and started to dress himself and watched as Drasc cleaned the kitchen. "But Drascarine... I want to see Ireland, I wanna see what an Ireland is..." Clash helped him as best he could, using his hands to pick up larger cookies and throw them into the trash.

He heard "Television" and his expression changed, buying the guise of happiness Drasc had put on, he hugged his friend tightly and laughed. "yay! what're we going to watch first?"