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(o-o gangstaphones? Aww, *pats head and givez you a cookie* O_o flute is rockin'. I did marching band my sophomore year (last year) the teacher was a B****, and I hated the time-consumingness and having to wake up early everyday. But besides that, it was pretty fun performing and whatnot. I was on the Color Guard <3 (*will never join band again though*) x-x ^__^ haha..hah..ha..<3)

Darren nodded to Jaime, listening as the guy he'd thought was Derrick paced. The dog at his feet, Derrick apparently, was watching his body with concern..did Derrick care about the one who'd taken his body? "We did bury them..and who is back?"

Derrick had been watching Dimitri in concern, and as Jaime approached, he stiffened and growled slightly. "Not you too. That's what last night was all about, wasn't it, runt? You and Darren switched bodies!" he said in a somewhat huffy tone. The tone was a bit rougher and higher, but it was Derrick's voice all the same.

Darren glanced back down, hearing Derrick's peeved voice coming from the dog's body and he fought the urge not to laugh at the madness of the situation. Especially as the little dog called Jaime a 'runt'.

(Just so ya knows, chaos-causer isn't Dimitri's cousin. I'm bringing him in a little later since he'll have Dimitri's body *maniacal laughter* *evil plans*.)

Darren shook his head, "You're not crazy..Derrick and..his dog, used the Switcheroo." Although, the other sure didn't act like a dog.. And he listened as the other muttered about his cousin. "Your cousin?"

Derrick listened distractedly to Dimitri's ramblings, only to turn back to Jaime as he was spoken to. At the bit about who he was calling a runt, Derrick growled and glared up at Jaime. "You, just cause I changed doesn't mean you have. You're still a runt." he said with another growl.

Darren listened to this and his eyes widened slightly. "Your own cousin trapped you as a dog? Did you have a fight or something?"

Derrick listened and seemed taken aback by the action before he growled lowly. "Shut up, jerk! I don't have a problem biting y-" he turned as the front door opened and if he were human, his color would have drained. He'd never wanted anyone to see Lyle, least of all Jaime.

Lyle looked at them a moment, and stiffened when his eyes landed on 'Derrick'. He remembered earlier it seemed, and yet with a sneer, he looked around at all of them. "This why you always come home so early? You a f**, boy? You hang around with queers?"

Derrick, currently known as Rowdy, seemed a little diminished, watching the p***k that was his father speak crudely. They would see now what his father was like, maybe they'd think he was the same..or they'd laugh at him..his tail was slightly between his legs although his eyes were a fierce glare at Lyle.

Lyle watched and when he received no answer, he shrugged and headed off to his car. He was clearly drunk, and he had a bit of trouble starting his car, but eventually he'd pulled away and driven off. A rare reprieve.

Derrick watched the hateful drunk leave, and glanced upwards at Jaime before looking to Darren and Dimitri. And then without a word, he darted towards the stairs, up them, and into the house. From there, he struggled to get up the larger set of stairs that led to his room.

Darren watched the man, Derrick's father apparently, as he insulted them and then left. He'd been silent for a moment, absorbing this new information before happening to glance down and see Derrick looking at each of them and then running inside. "Crud.." No wonder Derrick hadn't wanted anyone around. He waited for the man inhabitating Derrick's body to go after Derrick or stay, if the former, then Darren would have permission to come as well, if the latter..then the man would have a good reason he assumed.

When the man began heading towards the house, Darren nudged Jaime, "We should go to, he probably thinks we'll hate him or make fun of him..why else would he be so upset? Besides just his father being..that way." He brushed his hand along Jaime's neck before following 'Derrick' inside.

Derrick was about midway up the stairs and getting increasingly frustrated as it became harder to continue. He was making little growling noises and at one point, slammed his paw down in his upsetness and anger, ending up falling back a step. "Damnit!" Derrick growled out, bowing his head as he shuddered slightly.

Derrick felt himself being scooped up and growled, pushing against Dimitri a moment before burrowing into him instead as he let out a little whimper. "There's too many damned stairs." he said quietly, even though they both knew that wasn't the root of his frustration.

Darren waited for Jaime, letting the other enter before stepping in and shutting the door behind them. The home was somewhat dusty and there were objects scattered about, probably from Lyle. The smell of alcohaul and a lack of hygiene was hanging in the air. His nose twitched slightly in disgust, and he looked to the stairs to where the man was holding Derrick, comforting him. Darren looked to Jaime and placed a hand on his shoulder, brushing his fingers along the side edge of Jaime's hair with a sober expression.

(And now, off I go! *hugglez* Goodnight! <3)

Darren made another little whimper, but he tilted towards the other's lips as his forehead was kissed. He brushed his snout against the other and murmured, "Thank you, Dim."

Darren saw the sympathy and was glad for it, that Jaime felt it too..no wonder Derrick had been so angry sometimes, although why he picked on Jaime in particular was a mystery..when Jaime held his hand, he brought Jaime's hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to it, "I love you, Jaime." he said softly, wanting to offer that bit of sweetness in the midst of the gloom of the house. From there, he kept hold of Jaime's hand and began leading the other up the stairs, following the man. Darren wasn't entirely sure why, but something more than sympathy compelled him to follow, what that 'something more' was, he couldn't fathom.

(Any guesses as to Darren's tormenting of Jaime? o-O ^__^)