cloveillusion (cloveillusion) wrote in halcyon_houses, @ 2008-04-25 13:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | clove, frankie |
Week Eight: Saturday
Who: Clove and Frankie
When: Saturday Morning
Where: House of Fire
Clove had been tired before the full moon. After, he was just exhausted. He got in the school just in time to dump his stuff in his room and head outside to meet the group. Clove's bones did all the typical popping and shrinking of a man that turned into a fox (of course, if you asked him he'd say he was a fox all the time). Once he changed his first priority was to get the hell outta there! He didn't want to be trampled or dinner, so he left in leaps and bounds. In fact, he ran around for most of the night.
So when morning came and he returned to his more common form, he was thoroughly worked over. In addition to being dead on his feet, he felt a little guilty. He wanted to see Frankie and tell her he was back, but he had left his house in a hurry, got here in a hurry and ran back outside in a hurry. There just simply wasn't any time. The only people he had spoken to were the people he almost took out in the hallways on his way out and, for a brief moment, the other weres.
It was early in the morning when he made it back to the House of Fire. He wore jeans and a white t-shirt, nothing special - he had been planning to go back to bed anyway. Looking up after closing the door in the common room, his eyes lulled over a familiar looking form and he instantly perked up.
"Hey Frankie" he said grinning, any exhaustion being temporarily forgotten.