[CLOSED] nothing that i can do or say.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae walked over to his dresser, checking his phone before he left the room, closing the door behind him. Despite knowing what they'd done the night before, it still seemed odd to him to be in the same room with Ryan when he slept. Messing around didn't mean anything, right?

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan couldn't be bothered to think straight, and was soon falling into deep sleep, body relaxing as if began to return to normal.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae sat down on the sofa, pulling Paislee into his lap. He slowly played with her hair, reaching over for the remote after awhile to turn the tv on.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan tossed and turned again, then eased up again. He didn't even notice a dream, he was so tired.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"Okay, okay, okay." Clae chuckled as Paislee woke up, immediately pulling on his hand. He got up, following her out to the back yard where she plopped down, looking up at the sky. He sat down in the shade, rubbing his nose where his piercing should have been.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan jumped at some point, gasping, and rubbed at his neck before he sat up carefully with a faint grunt. He ached terribly, but pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms from Clae's drawer since he had nothing on after shifting. He wandered out of the bedroom, rubbing at his face without a clue at the time.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae crawled over to Paislee, laying down beside her. He pointed to a cloud that looked like an ice cream cone, the morning running through his mind all over again. He'd admitted liking Ryan. He'd kissed him. But it still felt like a dream, like he'd been in a daze. 'It doesn't mean anything.. it's sex.' He thought, smiling when Paislee pointed to another. "Yeah, frog." He agreed. "And that one's a turtle."

"Hippo." She contradicted.

"Okay, a hippo."

[ryan leonardo matson]

"How about a short necked giraffe..?" Ryan teased sarcastically, voice slurring with sleep. He smiled crookedly at them before sitting down heavily in the yard a little bit away and lying down where it was a bit warmer. A faint yawn passed his lips, but the only thing running through his mind was Claeton.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"Giraffes aren't the size of a walrus, Ryan." Clae laughed, shaking his head. Paislee climbed up on his chest, laying down so she could see what he saw. Clae slowly ran his hand through her hair, wrapping his other arm around her. "That one looks like a beetle bug."

"Cow." Paislee said, and he shook his head.

"Or a cow. With six legs."

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan shrugged with a faint, sleepy smile as he stretched out more in the grass and closed his eyes. He was content just listening to them.