[CLOSED] the ghost of what we used to be.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan huffed, didn't want to change again. It hurt. He grabbed the edge of Clae's towel and tugged tauntingly, then padded behind him and slammed into him to knock him back into the water. He would let him fix things up in a moment, but right now owed it to him to push bad thoughts away. He jumped into the water as well.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae blew the water out of his nose with a shake of his head, running his fingers through his hair.

"Ew. Now you're gonna smell like a wet dog." He teased, watching Paislee swim circles around him under the water. He reached over, scratching his head again.

"I wanna get a dog." Paislee said.

"You have a dog. Ryan." He said and she splashed him.

"He's a person." She said sassily.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan growled at him in complaint, eyes closing again at the soothing touch. He dipped his muzzle in the water, splashing it at Paislee before hauling himself out of the water and shaking off, collapsing lazily in the grass, tail thumping.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae watched him get out, and turned back to Paislee.

"Ready to get out?" He asked and she shook her head, diving under the water again. He swam to an edge and pulled himself up, figuring he could let the water drip off of him. He fixed his wet boxers, then leaned back on his hands.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan raised his head, looking over at him lazily before licking at his paws. He buried his face against the front ones to clear it of water, then began to lick the nasty bite on his back leg again, a whine whine escaping him.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae heard him whine and looked over. He was huge compared to any dog he had ever seen, and a lot toner. But he images Ryan also took care of his body, too. He ran a hand through his wet hair, chewing on his lip a bit before he realized he was staring.

"When you want me to fix it, come over here." He told him, then look back at Paislee.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan gazed at him quietly, then rested his head on his paws, staring across the yard. He closed his eyes for a moment, debating on walking all the way back to the house for his clothes or not. Clae had a towel out here, he supposed he could cover up with that. He tensed, whimpering as he forced his body to begin changing, gasping and curling u as he shifted, careful to try and keep everything covered, mainly for Paislee's sake. His skin was wet with water, and he stretched his right leg out with a grimace, blood trickling across his shin, the bite deep but a good day or two old.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae walked over, picking up his towel on the way. He laid it over Ryan, then walked back to get his first aid kit. He sat down at Ryan's leg, pulling out the alcohol bottle.

"You ready?" He asked, chewing on his lip. He was willing to bet this was going to hurt like hell. He dried it off with an end of the towel, then looked back up at Ryan.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan rolled onto his back carefully, drawing one leg up a bit so Clae could reach the injury better. "Yeah, go ahead," He mumbled, bringing a hand up to run his fingers through his hair before dropping it again.

He huffed softly, squinting up at the sky.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae poured the alcohol over it, holding down his ankle so he wouldn't move. He didn't look over at him, always felt bad when he knew someone was in pain. He cleaned it off with gauze, then put some neosporin on it. He wrapped it carefully, taping it to secure it before he looked over at Ryan. "All done, okay?"