<span style="font-style: italic">Neighbour Drake wandered in, bowl balanced in one hand. Clayâ€™s grin cracked about three inches wider all at once. What time was it? Right on time! Ha! Ahahaha! <br/>He shifted in his chair, lurching over the arm to watch Wonder-wings make his debut.<br/><br/>"Hey, asshole! Thanks for the wake up call this morning!"<br/><br/>Clay cracked up, â€œMorning sweet pea! How much did we burn? Did we lose the curtains or what!? Iâ€™m looking to beat my high score!â€</span><br/><br/>Drake pulled a chair from the dining room table that was in the same room but rarely got any use as people preferred the couches to watch TV while they ate. Turning the chair around backwards, he sat down, leaning over the back to begin eating his cereal.<br/><br/>"I just scorched the wallpaper and door frame." he muttered, "Oh, and your clock is a smoldering pile of plastic." he finished with a satisfied grin, "You're lucky you get a new one every time you break it from the government or you'd be sleeping in every day." Drake was furious at the rotting piece of flesh in the chair, but knew if he showed much of a reaction, Clay would just get more satisfaction out of it.<br/><br/>Munching on some cereal, his eyes wandered around the room and he finally noticed Helena sitting on the couch near the book shelf. His claw like fingers wrapped around his spoon like it was a heavy shovel. Drake often had issues picking up small objects like this as his grip was like tweezers, "Helena, is he bothering you again this morning? You want me to light his ears on fire or something?" The girl struck Drake as odd when he first met her, not believing in ghosts in the beginning. He actually thought that Clay was playing another joke on him when he first met Helena, but it was far too clever for Clay to think up. Besides, she had this air of sophistication that was far beyond Clayton's grasp. Since then, he found himself being more friendly to her than any of the others, oddly enough as Drake couldn't tell why. He quickly got used to the idea of her hollow existence and felt a sort of pity, but not so much as to step on her honor. He kind of figured she simply needed company over anything.<br/><br/>Drake nodded as Mateo walked in, yet chuckled when he sat on Helena. She was hard to see after all.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Woah!" he gave an awkward hop and skip motion as if he were trying to avoid a series of puddles on the street, the toast slipped from his plate but he wasn't concerned with it "G-good, morning, Helena" he said, quickly turning to face her. "I-I'll just, I'll sit on the ground here," he said, face lowered to look at his plate. He had forgotten his one-sided quarrel with Clay and just looked for something to say. <br/><br/>"So, um, w-what was Veronika in such a rush for?" he said as he hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground.</span><br/><br/>Helena replied,<span style="font-style: italic">"Lovers' spat, I'd say. They've gone to the point where Jayce is all sorry for reminding Veronica of her nature, and Veronica has to apologize for being offended, which I frankly never understood why you should. Then, it will be a little awkward for a short while, where after they will realize their undying love for one another and kiss on the little white bridge in the park. And then it can go two ways - either they'll stick together forever and be unbearably happy, or else they will break up and make everyone extremely uncomfortable."</span><br/><br/>Drake finished his cereal and expertly used his tail to stretch across the room and set it on the dining room table behind him, "I highly doubt that's the case. Jayce is just, worried I guess. He feels like he's in charge of us all or something just because this is his house." he paused for a moment, staring at the carpet, "Or rather he probably thinks of us as house guests and wants to be the perfect host, under the circumstances. He may be too afraid to even think about a relationship with another species."<br/><br/>-----------<br/><br/>Behind him, just around the corner, Kala was standing out of sight about to brave the lounge for the first time. Instead, after hearing this, she instead turned around and quietly trotted back down the hall to reach for Jayce's door, but again she heard voices inside so she stopped to listen...<br/><br/>-----------<br/><br/>Jayce mind numbingly pecked at his keyboard as he watched his character dance around the middle of the main city in the game, not really in the mood to do anything productive in his game. He sighed and turned it off, intending to watch some TV shows off the net when he heard a knock on his door, and it open a crack to show who it was.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey. Just wanted to say I'm sorry. I... I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at this... situation."</span>Veronika said. Jayce waved her in and motioned for her to sit on the bed, which was still made from the day before, having not used it last night.<br/><br/>"This situation," He began, "Is unpredictable. And it's my fault for not taking your feelings into account when I asked, but, I don't know, I just want everyone to live here happily and get along. And it's not because I don't want my parent's house to be destroyed or anything, it's because you all seem to be great people. I want this place to be a haven for you since society seems to be so against you all. Maybe the government was right to put everyone in a house together and monitor everything. Maybe there's more than this house out there that they set up. Who knows?" Jayce sighed, "I'm not used to living on my own, without my parents yet. I have no idea how to run a house or anything to help non-Humans. I'm in this situation as well. Just another species in the house."<br/><br/>He swiveled in his chair for a moment, trying to think of what to say to ease the awkwardness, "Everyone here seems so sociable with each other. I just want Kala and everyone else to get along and not be afraid of each other. I want..." he stopped and ate his words. He realized he wanted Kala to be sociable with everyone and get along while he himself remained secluded in his room like her. It's not that he was scared to join them in the lounge and hang out, he just felt awkward being around them for too long. It was like they looked at him like a boss figure, someone in charge or the owner of the house. Drake mentioned the house to him this morning and seemed to be the only reason they talked. He wasn't afraid of a Ghost, Zombie, Werewolf, Dragonoid or Mutant, but rather what they thought of him. He suddenly felt bad for pressuring Kala to go out there when he wasn't ready himself.<br/><br/>"I think I'm the pot calling the kettle black here..." he muttered.