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HypnoArt - thank you, dear! I wouldn't say Clawd is nervous... more so... agitated? Lmao you'll find out momentarily but yes I would be nervous. I'm more personally like Heath where it's like, 'I wouldn't really wanna be dumped but I wouldn't wanna do the dumping' either. XD Hope you like this chapter!
Let's break it up, y'all!
Did it make him a horrible person to forget he had a date with his supposed-to-be ghoulfriend? If so, then put his name in the top spot - because that's exactly what Clawd Wolf did. He drove down the quiet street to the local movie theater. It was a weekday night so it wouldn't be super busy or anything. Usually it was more packed on a weekend. He knew, he used to work here.
He parked his vehicle and took a moment to pull out his phone.
Where r u? - Draculaura
Clawd rolled his eyes at the text, he was outside the place in his vehicle. He didn't feel the need to answer her. Even seeing her would annoy him already. He sighed. It wasn't like him to feel this way about her, however so much had changed in such a short about of time that it made his head spin trying to review it all.
He heaved a dramatic sigh before exiting his vehicle, locking it once he shut the door. The sooner he went in there, the sooner it could be over and done with. Did he mention he didn't want to be here?
"Clawd! There you are." The bubbly pink vampire bounced on the spot excitedly. She hadn't seen him in an eternity! Or so it felt like. "Did my messages not go through?"
He shrugged it off. "There's something screwy going on with my phone. Sorry."
She raised an eyebrow but didn't let it occupy her mind much longer. "Come, let's go. Veronica Von Vamp, a-k-a Elissabat has a new movie out that we absolutely need to see!"
Clawd rolled his eyes. He'd seen every one of her movies a couple times each and they were all similar plotted. Why couldn't they see something different? Like Mortal Danger 2? He knew Maximilian Graves, the hottest werewolf in Hauntlywood, was part of the film's cast. Usually his movies were awesome.
They were standing in the concession line up, she was occupied looking at the menu, even though Clawd knew she wouldn't get anything. He felt like a hotdog and he didn't care what she thought about it. He was tired of having to modify everything to suit her.
"What are you getting, Clawd?" She asked him, trying to initiate conversation.
"Dunno yet." He answered her simply, though he was almost startled by how easily he was able to lie to her.
"Hi, I can help you over here." The employee waved them over.
Clawd wasted no time. "I'll take 3 jumbo hotdogs and 2 order of nachos." He glanced back the vampire, who had paled.
"Uh, nothing for me – thanks."
He rolled his eyes. "Two tickets for-"
"Love at High Stakes, please!"
Clawd narrowed his eyes at her. "I'd rather not see that. Something else?"
Draculaura was stunned. He didn't want to see Elissabat's new movie? "Well, no Clawd... I want to see 'Love at High Stakes'."
"And I don't." He revealed. Telling her the truth for the first time in a long time felt so damn good.
"You two will have to decide on something please, the line up is growing. Sorry."
"Clawd..." she lightly whined.
"Just the food, please."
Her jaw dropped. "What?"
Clawd paid and waited off to the side for the food he ordered. "You didn't ask me what movie I'd like to see, Lala."
She furrowed her brows in confusion. "But... I always choose the movie."
He sighed. "Draculaura..." he took her hands in his. "you never ask me if there's anything I'd like to see."
"You didn't ask me if you could order meat..." she argued back.
Clawd raised an eyebrow. "I'm a wolf, Lala... I can't survive on a meat-less diet like you can. I'll never be able to and you'll never be able to completely adjust to that. We're just... so different."
"What movie did you want to see?" She asked him.
"Mortal Danger 2," he admitted, watching her scrunch her nose up. "exactly. We're too different to stay together for the long run, Draculaura. Do you understand?"
The once-bubbly vampire now became somber. Her bottom lip began to quiver. "I-I can work on ignoring the meat thing! I swear!"
"No, Lala... you can't. And I wouldn't dare ask you to do that." He connected their gazes. "I respect you and because I do I've come to the realization that we should separate. For the better."
Draculaura knew there wasn't anything she could say that would change his mind. The more she thought about it, the more she realized he was right. They had some major differences that were extremely hard to work through. "You're right, Clawd." She stepped back from him and caressed his cheek for the last time. "Thank you, for making me a better person while we were together."
He gave her a weak smile. "You're welcome, Lala. I'll see you around?"
She nodded. "Definitely."
"3 Hotdogs and 2 orders of nachos?"
Clawd bid her farewell, "Thanks." he then grabbed his snacks and headed back toward the entrance of the theater. He felt like a massive weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders.
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Deuce's eyes shot open, he was having a peaceful sleep. That was until it became a nightmare. All he could see was his mother's blue-ish green eyes glowing. They were angry.
He reached out for his wolf pillow – until his hand made contact with the cold side of the bed. He kind of remembered Clawd saying he be right back, but the gorgon thought it was to go to the bathroom or something. How long had the other been gone?
Sitting up, The young gorgon looked around the room. It had more of a homey feeling then his did. You could slightly hear the sounds of little paws running the stairs. Most likely the twins trying to sneak in a snack but got caught. It was oddly comfortable.
Knock. Knock.
Clawd's door opened slightly but it wasn't him on the other side of it. Clawnor had his favorite blanket, a spare pillow and his gaming device. He juggled all of it in his paws. However it seemed as though he had done this many times before. "Oh, hi Deuce." It was a little weird seeing Deuce in his brother's bed. He didn't mind though. "Can I stay with you?"
Clawnor had an issue sleeping on his own, Scarlet thought it might be his video games, Barkley figured he just enjoyed the company of someone else while he fell asleep. Whatever it was, it kept him up until he was comfortable enough for sleep to find him.
Deuce shifted over making room for him, who's ears were slightly bent forward. "Sure buddy, come on." He patted the spot next to him, inviting the weary looking pup.
Clawnor headed towards the bed, almost tripping on his blanket, he climbed up and set his pillow next to Deuce, he spread his blanket out and shimmied under it. Then he pulled Clawd's blanket up over it – this was a process that he had done multiple times and it was apparent. He bunched the blankets to make a tiny pillow to set his handheld game upon.
Deuce watched him play, he was very good at it. It didn't surprise him though, Clawnor was talented at gaming. If he didn't have a career in some sort of gaming something, his skillset would be gone to waste. He'd notice the screen moving so far and it would stop for a moment. He glanced at Clawnor and noted him beginning to doze off. A couple moments later he'd catch himself and carry on with the game.
The gorgon chuckled to himself, it was an adorable sight.
A few minutes later, Deuce caught the game before it hit Clawnor in the face unexpectedly. He took it from the pup's hands and found a way to save before shutting it down. He put it on the nightstand and tucked Clawnor in, turning over to do the very same. "Night little buddy." Deuce said feeling more comfortable with the other body beside him. Part of him hoped Clawd wouldn't mind the new arrangements.
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Clawd was glad to finally see his home come into view. He didn't realize how tired he was until he saw it for real. He couldn't wait to get inside and down to his bed. He backed into the driveway. If his car needed to be moved it wasn't a problem, he always hung his keys up on the holder.
He grabbed the hotdogs, the orders of nachos, the take out he grabbed for the rest of the family and got out, locking up the car with a button on his remote starter.
"Clawd!" Howlmilton and Howldon came near-flying out of the door to run circles around him. When would they grow out of this stage?
"Yes I'm home, hi guys." He greeted them with a pat on their heads when they finally stopped in front of him. "I grabbed you some snacks but don't be up too late, alright? School tomorrow."
They followed their big brother into the house and into the kitchen. Clawd brought everyone's food out so he could re-organize and label with names.
"Here guys, enjoy." He gave the twins their food and they headed to the dining table after thanking him.
Clawd looked at the pile of dishes in the sink and sighed. It was likely his siblings had snacks after his parents went to bed for the evening.
He put the remainder of the food away in the fridge and rolled up his sleeves.
"Clawd?" Howldon stood right beside the older wolf as he now had his hands in warm, soapy water. "Can you shoot a couple hoops with us?"
Casketball was the last thing he wanted to even think about, nevermind do. He glanced down at the pleading eyes and was absolutely torn. "Ah buddy..."
"You said you'd play with us last night but you didn't come home." Howlmilton added, having finished his snack already. "Have we been that annoying?"
Clawd widened his eyes, he hadn't meant for them to feel like that. "No, no guys. I just," how could he explain to his younger brothers that he had a lot of shit going on? "forgot. I'll wash these up, Howldon you dry and Howlmilton, if you help us out by putting them away - best 3 out of 5 shots on basket."
"YES!" The boys cheered and Clawd let out a sigh. He'd get to bed eventually.
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Clawd underestimated the energy of his brothers, they ended up going with the best 7 out of 10. He gave up trying at the end, he was sore and ready for his bed now more than ever. Too bad the boys weren't able to play on the Casketball team now, they could use their energy.
He tucked the twins into bed and headed all the way down to the basement, 2 flights of stairs. Clawd went straight for his bedroom.
Upon opening the door he saw both Clawnor and Deuce fast asleep. His bed had been taken over but he was totally alright with it. "Aww." He mumbled to hismself.
Clawd closed the door gently and headed for the sofa. Even the floor would do right now. When he finally sat down on the sofa, he melted into it, thankful for the comfort under his aching body.
It was only a matter of a couple minutes before he fell asleep.
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As light began to creep into the basement bedroom, the gorgon began to stir. He was taken aback when he woke up to Clawnor snuggled into his side. He brushed away the bangs that had fallen in the pup's face, successfully sneaking out of the other's grip.
He made sure his glasses were still on, last thing he wanted was turn someone to stone this early. Now it was time to get ready. A small sigh escaped from the gorgon, knowing he'd have to go back to his place to get his school things.
Before sneaking up the stairs and heading for the kitchen - he gorgon tucked the older wolf in, who was peacefully sleeping on the couch. He looked rather uncomfortable, Deuce wished Clawd would've woken him up. He'd probably be sore today the poor thing.
He frowned lightly as he stole a quick kiss prior to ascending the stairs. He knew Barkley would be up soon, so maybe he would he could start pop's day off with some coffee?
He turned the kitchen radio on and flipped it to his normal station, making sure it wasn't too loud. The aim of the game was not to wake the whole house up with his favorite rock station. He gave his knuckles a quick crack as he planned what he was going to make for breakfast. He found some left over ham, Deuce quickly came to the conclusion omelettes would work, with hash browns and fruit salad.
"Well damn, I love when breakfast makes itself." Barkley had woken to the scent of fresh brewing coffee. He wasn't a fan of it until his first born child. Then he realized how much of a lifesaver it could be. "Tell Pops what's good," he prompted the gorgon. "Or tell me what's not good. I'm a great listener. Old as shit but I'm still a good time."
Deuce smirked and chuckled. Barkley did have an amazing sense of humor and even his presence made any situation better. "I know you are pops." The gorgon said cutting up some tomatoes for the omelettes. "And you're not that old." Deuce said rolling his eyes.
Barkley chuckled, "Well thank you."
"Pops, I know you wanna know what happened yesterday. But that isn't a coffee conversation, it's one to have over a few drinks." The fact was the gorgon didn't want to ruin the others day - he respected Barkley too much.
Barkley shook his head. "That's not the only reason I want to talk to you, son." He paused, adding the appropriate amount of sugar into his mug. "I didn't mean to come off that way. I was wondering about what today held in store for you guys. Normally you'll tell me if there's something going on at school or whatever."
Deuce faltered for a moment. Maybe what happened yesterday was weighing more heavily on his own mind than he thought?
