Chapter 87

Feelings!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, possible musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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Another day at IMP.

"And where the fuck is Moxxie. We need a third opinion." Blitz asked his other two employees. Right now, they were talking about ideas to widen the business.

Yep, another day. Another talk. Another grand scheme plan to pull others in their killing business. Maybe loose some money.

"They are in Wrath remember? He left two days ago to go see their Doc. Won't be back till tonight."

"Crap." Rub between his eyes. "Really should find someone here to go to."

"That'll never happen."

"True every here hospital suck."

"What about Sloth?"

"They're waiting list horrid." Blitz rubbed his chin as he paced back and forth. "Maybe we talk about free healthcare."

"Are you sure about that?"

"What? The book has decent spells that are useful."

"Yeah, but Blitz. We're not always going to have it on hand."

"Limited healthcare than till it expired."

Blitz didn't want to be reminded of that. What will the price be on this book? Sure, the Puppet offered to let them use it for apology gift. Still was a bit worried about what Stolas possibly told Puppet. If he told them or not.

Really should see about a third option of the possibility. At the same doesn't want too. Because right now they are just doing decently well. Sure, were slow days. Yes, the building office can be a pain in the ass when stuff needs to be fixed. Okay maybe should get another demon who knows what they're doing paperwork besides budget when their job being the weapon expert.

Where were they going with this?

"All everyone. Continue to brainstorm while I go brainstorm in my office. Oh and see about rechecking the mail about a sponsor or two." Blitz jumps off the table and heads straight to his office.

The door slammed shut.

"We get mail?"

"Isn't that Loona job?"

Loona typing away on her phone. She glances at any message on the computers. Still, not really working but on small alert. Feeling a bit embarrassed she did let Octavia, terribly disguised, take the book. Well, didn't know about the book part. Really just was angry and annoyed that day to no care what she did. But now well can't let a stupid mistake like that happen. Really, doesn't want to know would have happened if the Octavia got hurt and the wrath of the father. Or if the book was taken and that magician weirdo found out.

Little sighs and pushed that all away. It's over. It's time done now. Got things to work out. A better safe, at least not a stupid passcode set. Along with that small talk with Blitz. He is trying. Same with Octavia's father.

Really, Loona hopes the two figure out something soon. At least in the Blitz case. Because this was all stupid. They must have some kind of feelings, right? Well, Blitz would bitch about Stolas a lot. Then with Moxxie.

Okay the Moxxie one is still gross. But she hates to admit it. May been the stable one Blitz ever done anything with someone.

That's putting it nicely.

At least in been cool when she talks to Octavia, along with follow her stuff. Even her new friends seem chilled when they comment on stuff on Via post. Many like the taxidermy stuff which was neat.

What would really be neat right now if Fatty came back? Hate all this stupid paperwork. But they wouldn't want to switch places with whatever they're dealing with.

Doctors.

Work went slow for the day. Nothing to crazy. Well, whatever define crazy these days? After that they just went back to their homes.

Striker cursed as he was feeding Bombproof. A night light dinner as he did doze off not too long ago. Roll his eyes as his horse gobbles up the food.

"Someone hungry?"

Spun around to see it was Moxxie. Relax a little. "I see your back."

"No, Rattles I'm just a figment of your imagination."

"If that's the case, got your sass down too." Rolls his eyes at them. "Are you good?"

"Yeah, just were checking over a few things."

"Like your arm?"

"One of it. Which is fine. How was work?" Walk on over to lean against the stable.

"Same." Sees their eyebrow risen up. "Too long to explain plus will probably be pull into it tomorrow."

"Yippie." Glance up at the red sky. "Hey um Rattles."

"What up?"

"Can we um talk?"

"Isn't that what we're doing?"

"Yes, but I meant." Look down now unsure. Fuck. Dammit.

Why are they doing this?

Why are they risking this?

Why did they have to have the stupid talk with them?

Maybe because you are starting to realize you might have some sort of feelings? Or just desperate? You just want to say something now before you get rejected?

"Mox you have a crush."

Moxxie stared at Medea as he was writing in a notepad. "A... Crush."

A crush. Them? That shouldn't be possible. Something so normal?

"It is quite adorable. I actually would have expected it when you were younger. But close friendship does seem to sometimes bring out confusing, awkward situations." Medea snickered as he hands Moxxie a chocolate bar. They took it but didn't eat it.

Just very silent.

This wasn't what they expected when talking to the Doctor about this. These weird thoughts lately. Reactions.

"Moxxie can I asked you something personal."

Just stare at him, but soon did a small nod.

He sits down in the chair as he looks at them. "Have you ever dated? Even before with your position."

"Dated?"

"You know what that is right."

"I'm not that shelter." Sent an irritated look.

"I know but I want to make sure. If maybe it was different from there. You know? Culture. Words alone. How about not just dating. But a crush for for someone?"

"No. I wasn't really 'allowed' to if you think about it. Who wants to date the one who destroys everything? Plus, I never really experienced those kinds of things. Let alone feelings like a crush. I was lucky to even I guess spend time with the few who weren't scared of me. Till I separated myself." They didn't really want to think about his time there. Rarely brought up now. But he can see why the Doc asked. Maria and him had had a conversation like this before.

Medea hums as he leans back into his chair. "You're worried, scared of what could happen? Rejection. No, rejection. Could it work? Will it be awkward? Can your boundaries go that far? Let alone his? Will you possibly lose a friendship? Question after questions that are eating you on the inside."

"I'm beginning to regret brining this up." Look away. They don't even know why they are asking his opinion. Neutral? Someone who possibly saw many in his field? Age alone?

"Moxxie I'm not telling you to asked him out or not. These are normal questions and feelings to have."

"Normal? How is anything with me normal? How can." Rub their faces a bit. "For fuck's sake I just had my first kiss not too long ago."

"Will come back to that later. How can you do this? Where to start? Well, that's up to you." Then he points at them. "But what if he were to ask you? Or is anyone in his position? Would you say yes?"

A frown behind their scarf as they think. "I don't think I can say yes to just anyone."

"Then let's stay on him. So, yes, or no?"

"I... I." Lower their head down. Fist clenched up as he slams it on the cushion. "Why is this so hard and complicated?"

"Feelings can be one's worse enemy." Twirl the pen he was holding, "But also our greatest companion. This will be a tough challenge. Even in here Wrath. One I can't tell you the correct answer. It's one you will have to decide on your own on what you want to do."

"I don't want a challenge. I just," They don't know what to do with these weird thoughts? Or how they started to feel foolish around them but still try to be themselves.

Heck, lately any client that seems to flirt with them. It made them uncomfortable. Just wanted to leave. Just go. Just to leave Striker alone. Even when it was Blitz flirting with Striker. It was mixing feelings on how to feel.

For Striker to just stop. Heck, they like it when he doesn't always flirt with a client. Or stand his ground is they get touchy. To tell them to back off. Even at clients that were just attractive. How they defend themselves even if they don't have to do it.

Both of them just comfortable talking back to the other. Even if it gets heated. Knew when the other knows to lay off. Or time for themselves. Just was right there.

Striker just.

They just want.

Just.

"Just could we. You know. Hangout?"

Want to slam his head into the wall. Or get Bombproof to rip their head off.

Hangout?

HANGOUT!

OF ALL THE STUPID SHIT THEY BLUNT OUT!

"Hangout?" Motion the two outside with Bombproof. "What this then?"

"Not like that you smart-ass. Know what never mind." Can't even believe they even asked. To even suggest this idea in the first place! Just walk away. Change this to stupid subject.

"Hey, hey I'm messing with you. What do you mean then? Like back at my apartment? The shooting ranges?"

"No."

"Then what? What are you trying to tell me here? "He was getting slightly irritated. He doesn't want to be. But this whole conversation just seems out of the blue. These questions. These odd situations. It's almost all like when those gals... Wait a minute.

"The shooting range would be fine." Stare back down at the table. Stare at them, they are trying to distract themselves. "I mean we don't I. Shit. Just forget I asked."

"Yes."

Eh?

Turn their head and see Striker with that smirk. Yet, their eyes just look very pleased. If not happy.

"But how about somewhere else first. The shooting range another time." Goes to put the feed up. "I'll find a good place for us. So, don't worry. We could Friday after work."

"What?"

"Friday. Us." Motion them together. "You were asking me out. Correct."

Moxxie says nothing but their head nods yes.

"Then were on the same page Critter."

"This," No. What. Is this actually happening? It still didn't feel weird. Maybe a mess up dream that decided to change it up."This isn't a joke, right? Not some pity fun prank at the end of the day."

Next, thing Moxxie knows as their back pressed against the wall. Striker was very close as he leaned down to look at them. Whole face stern as his eyes locks on to their own.

"No. I will not joke about this kind of situation with you. Never you. I'm ass but will not pull that shit at you. I said yes." Tone still serious as they stare down at those different eye colors. Lean back as he let out a hum. "Would have preferred the other way but I like this too. It shows me you actually thought about me."

There he is.

Twitch at the grinning look. "You prick."

"Hey, hey keep the sweet talk for later."

Small groans cover their faces. Yet, it wasn't out of annoyance. It was like why you have to be like this groan.

"Come on."

"Huh?"

"It's late. I'm getting tired. You're going to need sleep. We can talk later on when to go out. Okay?"

Just stare up at him till he did a small nod. The pair went back inside the apartment. Moxxie about to go up the stairs but stopped. Glance to see Striker staring at them "Rattles?"

"Yeah." Eyes look at their face.

"Thanks."

"How about you thank me after I give a you a great 'hangout' time."

"You are a damn jerk." Look away with a huff as their friend just laugh.

"I'm the jerk who said yes."

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Done!

What do you all think?

Moxxie, Dr. Medea had a talk about crushes, dating and that time as Error.

Striker very excited.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!