[OPEN] full moons? they drive us mad.

[shaun michel foster]

Shaun climbed into the seat, pulling on her seat belt. She bit her lip, looking out the window at the people walking past. She felt horrible, wondered just how much trouble she would be in. She closed her eyes, leaning back in the seat as he drove. "Thank you for helping me." She sad quietly, looking over at him. She ran her hand over the bite mark on her arm. "That really isn't Jacob, is it? Jacob would have never hurt me..."

[tyler deschon gryffon]

Tyler shook his head quietly. "He's gonna feel terrible when he realizes it, too.." He murmured, pulling up in front of the house. He got out of the truck, the seat dark with his blood. His lower back was pretty sliced up. Offering her a hand out, he headed towards the house and opened the door. Papers and books were scatters, the kitchen floor smudged with Tyler's blood, a glass shattered within the mess. "Go shower...I'll clean up in here. You can borrow a shirt and bottoms from out room."

[shaun michel foster]

"It's not his fault.. I don't blame him.." She said quietly. She followed him into the house, nodding and making her way upstairs. She found his room, borrowing one of his shirts and a pair of flannels. She went into the bathroom, stripping out o her clothes. She started crying when she realized that her panties were a mess, along with her jeans. She turned on the shower and scrubbed the blood from her arms and legs before she bathed and got out. She put Tyler's clothes and made her way downstairs, wiping at her wet cheeks.

[tyler deschon gryffon]

Tyler swept and mopped the kitchen, picking everything up. His jeans were soaked with the blood from his back, and when Shaun came back he was slumped tiredly in a chair at the table, gazed up at her.

[shaun michel foster]

She gently ran her fingers through his hair, looking over at him. "Go take a shower and I'll cook dinner." She said quietly, patting his leg gently before she walked to the fridge. She pulled out some ground meat and vegetables and started to make a meat loaf.

[tyler deschon gryffon]

Tyler got up, heading to the bathroom, and showered before pulling on boxers so they wouldn't agitate his raw back. He touched the bite on his arm with a wince, canine eyes glancing around as he wandered back out, trying to fix his damp hair.

[shaun michel foster]

Shaun was sitting on the counter, potatoes boiling on the stove for mashed potatoes. She was slowly running her hand up and down her leg, chewing on her lip. "Hey.." She breathed, looking over at him. She forced a smile before she looked back at her lap. "Are they gonna call?" She asked quietly.

[tyler deschon gryffon]

"Hey.." He mumbled, sitting down carefully with a shrug. "Probably when they actually get him situated, I guess.." He stretched a bit, wincing. The house felt too quiet.

[shaun michel foster]

"Yeah.. Where's the look-alikes?" She asked, trying to keep the conversation going. She peeked at the meat loaf, then brought the pan to the stove to drain them. "You wanna help me squish these? And your mom can have dinner when she gets home." She asked, piling them into a bowl.

[tyler deschon gryffon]

Tyler got up to help her. "She went to walk the beach with them, I think. Got them out of the house before Jacob didn't any more damage." He bit his lip, leaning lazily up against the counter. After a moment he moved to the fridge and peered inside. But Jacob had hid the liquor before losing his mind.