Chapter 89

Another!

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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Blitz finger swiping through his phone. Eyes focus on the screen. He would stop to look at gorgeous horse videos. Make a stupid comment of anything Verosika post. A few likes and dislikes. Tense if he sees something that is commented on his pictures. Just anything to get his mind distracted. Even with that little voice in his head roaring at him to focus.

He is focused! He is just finding a different way to get answers.

Answers yeah.

Answers.

Glance at the paper. First tighten up the numbers.

Look Blitz knows he has a teeny tiny spinning habit. Which got him to lots of troubles in different ways. When it clearly wasn't his fault! Should extend money quotas and all that. Or should have been given a bigger raise. Or actually try to save till it was taken. But compared to now and then. He was slightly better. At least he thinks so. At least rent paid on time. Extra food in the fridge. Money fixes up. Well, food that is easy to make.

Yet, things were about to get a bit heated. Or at least prices.

Damn building office rent.

The owners decided to bring up the rent pricing. Why bring it up another $200? Okay, sure need some renovation here and there. Sure, Moxxie mention the place need some fixing up. Or was it complaining? But don't bring it to their floor. Already sent out lot of complaints to not heard them about in on that issue. Not going to get screwed over with this.

Then the clients. Blitz being very, very 'fair' to them in his pricing. He made it very clear in the commercial and posters about the money. If you're not satisfied, tough luck not getting your money back! Which leads to not some friendly threats and all that. But got also got some very satisfied sinners as they got payback.

Now he does make sure everyone is paid. That is why you have jobs you get paid. But he had to be held back a lot before spending a lot of money before. But have been close calls being in the red. Even with the money issue being fixed and when Stolas was a sponsor. Yet, now many close dangerous calls.

Right now, it's a bit slow. It's been a bit slow for a few days now. A pain in the ass sometimes since this has happen before. Can't do much about it. Just wait, listen and plan. Along with making sure to answer phone calls and plan a scheduled meeting. So, everyone doing who knows what.

Glance out their door to see Millie go on the couch and throw the dagger in the air. Loona should be at her desk. Either on the phone, a magazine or computer. Striker and Moxxie either the lounge or meeting room. Whatever the heck they're doing.

"Beat you."

"Rattles were playing Tic-Tac-Toe. Not hangman."

"I still won."

Bet they're having a damn blast. Blitz pouts a bit. He can't put his finger on it. Those two seem odd lately. It was hard to tell. Or their brain just distracts themselves. A lot of fantasy distractions. Or the time with the kiss-No! Fantasy time later. Work time.

Maybe he should have borrowed that book about running a business. Skip and skim all around till they get the answers. Or answers that are not stupid.

"Blitz going to get some food." Loona stands up and stretches.

"Okay sweetie! Bring me back something as well."

"I'll come too! Let me see what the others want." Millie runs off to ask the other two if they want anything.

"Cool. Cool." Blitz went back to their phone.

Soon the two head off to get some food. Blitz looks through his phone a bit longer and groans. Didn't want to doodle at the moment. Ready to go bother the other two. Walk out of his office to check the meeting room. Which they aren't there. Ready to go the lounge room but then stop. Glance at the computer on Loona desk. The one they all use.

No, what maybe should check an email or two. Maybe Loona could have missed something in the emails. Jump in the chair and get to work logging in. Goes to the emails. One and two here schedule appointments that already covered. Spam. Try to sell some questionable supplies with outrageous prices. Threats about going elsewhere for business. Ha! Good luck with that. Then stop a recent email. Click on it. Read through it. His eyes widen big. Type a few things down and send it to their own email on the phone. A big grin on their face.

Maybe he might not have a big issue soon. If this is legit. Don't need to be ripped-off.

"What you doing?"

Blitz looks over to the side to see Striker.  "Just checking some emails. Got to be busy!"

Striker shrugs but gets it. "Indeed. Speaking of busy."

"Are you putting in another one of your back-and-forth errands?"

"What can I say? I got my own things to do after all. I have been working overtime here every day besides the four days. So, a little behind."

Blitz rubs his chin. "Yeah true. Think all these annoying errands will ever be done."

"Hopefully very, very soon."

"Good." Lean back against the chair. "I think I can give you a few days. But going to check some dates first."

"Sure, thing boss man."

"Say where Mox?"

"Back in the lounge. Just stop by to check on you."

"Aww how sweet. Get an extra day off for the errands. But no pay leave!"

"Of course, boss man." Turn around to walk away and head back to the lounge.

Now back to work! Blitz went back to the screen and checked the other emails. His smile was still in place.

This is going to be so great and will answer a lot of their problems. If this isn't a scam.

RING!

Stop pulling out their phone. Look at the screen to see it was Stolas. Stare for a bit and after the fourth ring he answered. "Yes, Stolas?"

One awkward talk, lunch and no clients later. Everyone's heads off. Blitz drops the three off first. Then the two headed back. A lot of traffic violations could be seen but nobody was unable to stop them.

"Hey Striker we got leftovers if you want any?" Millie offered to him while Moxxie walking ahead of her to the door.

"If one you don't mind bringing what is left later. I'm going be with Bombproof for a bit."

"Sure."

The two smaller Imp back in their apartment. Just settle down, relax and heat up the leftovers to eat.

"I'll bring it to Rattles." Put the rest of the leftovers on the side. That includes their own without Millie noticing.

"Alright."

Moxxie grabs the food then walks out the door. Go down the stairs to the first floor. Walk up to the door and knock. The door soon open with Striker right there. Their coat, vest and hat off.

"Come on in Critter."

"How Bomb?" Follow them inside and their tail close the door.

"Very well. He is being nice right now sharing their food." Found another dead corpse being eaten away. Along with some crows digging in it. Bombproof didn't seem to mind.

"Must been very full." Goes to put the food down on the table.

"Thanks. Well, work was boring today."

"Eh." Shrug.

"Oh? Did I make your day not boring with our game?"

"It was alright. Even if we were playing different games."

"I still won."

Just gave Striker a slow clap. "Yes, yes. You totally beat me. What your glorious prize?"

"Hmm." Scratch underneath his own chin. "So, I get a prize after all."

"You're enjoying this too much."

"I very much do. You know what I'll figure out my prize later." Pull their food out of the microwave once it is done. Head over to the couch to eat. "Want to join?"

Both of them at different ends of the couch and watching TV. Striker watches while they eat up their meal. Occasionally glances at their smaller partner who stares at the screen.

"Critter."

Their mind halt and glance at Striker. No longer holding their plate as it is on the table. Just now looking at them. "Yeah?"

"What you thinking about?"

"Stuff."

"Stuff about me?"

"I wis- "Stop and eyes widen. Can already see a big grin take it over. "Knock it off."

"Well, well now. I'm curious to know what these thoughts are to get me out the way." Lean back on the corner on the couch and arms cross.

Open to make some kind of retort but stop. Frown slightly and look away. Move their scarf up a bit as they stare down at the ground.

When are you going to tell him?

"Critter?" Look at them at how quiet they are. A small twitch shown on the other face. His eye has narrowed and reached over.

Come on, they were your damn friend first! Still, hilarious you even have friends! Let alone trust them. You do trust them, right? Heck, you wanted them to know before that Prince! The old you would have destroyed him on the spot then another chance. Wow you must be getting 'soft' and 'weak. But even the prince doesn't know everything. They don't need to know everything. Shouldn't Striker know? Shouldn't they have been given that trust first? Or are you being a damn scared coward of being reject-

Moxxie look taken back being tugged over. Now half their face pressed against a firm body. A bit shocked at this kind of physical connection. Then it started to shake slightly. No, dammit! Just let them be fine with this! Suddenly they felt a hand press on the side of their head.

"Easy Critter." Striker muttered and pet their head. Sharp claws slowly brush through their hair. Not removing the ponytail that holds the hair. Along with somehow calms this white hair down to not be two wilds. Like if it was gel. Weird sometimes.

Frozen still in shock. Till their body relaxes slowly. Just focus on the hair brushing of sort.

"I remember you did this with me before. Got lost in that stupid cave to find some treasure. Great adventure that turns to a train wreck as you were my responsibility. Just trying to get us out when we got lost. I felt so panicked and lost control since I was still a dumb kid. Then your little ass pulls me down to sit and just held me. Told me to breathe, relax and take a break." The hybrid hums as they continued to brush their hair. "I think that's the first time you a first to take the step to physically well hold me. No, biting, kicking or scratching me."

"You would start it." Lack of tone they usually have but was very content with this. Along with their mind went back to that memory. Has it really been that long ago? Crazy brats they were. Well, still crazy now.

"You would fight back or ignore me."

"Shouldn't always argue with children."

"Damn little Critter."

"Baby Rattles."

"If I wasn't so comfy right now. I would throw you outside to the rats."

Little snickered and stayed content with the petting. Tense when he felt Striker tail lays on their own tail. Then the tension passed.

"When the last time you took those off?"

"Took what off?"

"Those wraps."

"A few weeks ago."

"Seriously?" Look slightly disgusted.

Roll their eyes. "My tail fine."

"Bet smell horrid."

"Your arm pits aren't any better."

"That is my natural scent. Don't add that junk unless going out."

"I'll remember that."

"You got a little smug thought in that head of yours."

"Got no proof."

The pair silent. Half paying attention to the TV. The other part is just relaxing. Like nothing else matters at that moment.

"Do you want to talk about?"

"No."

"Alright." Didn't push it. One the things he does respect about Moxxie is they don't push other for questions. If they notice something and the other won't answer. Leaves it like that.

"One day."

"Hmm?" Glance down at them.

"One day. Just," Close their eyes, ", need to make sure first."

Stare down at them for a while. Relax as he continued what they were doing before.  "I'll remember that Critter."

"I know Rattles."

The pair don't know how long they have been on that couch. Probably long enough for Striker to pass out. The TV is still on as well. Some point their tail must have grab a blanket to put over the pair. Moxxie wasn't paying too much attention to the time. Just was satisfied laying down like this. Some point their glasses must have been removed and place it down on the table. Yet, I didn't mind. They eventually opened their eyes to look at their phone. 12: 47 A.M. See a message from Millie. Lower the brightness so it doesn't bother Striker, as they checked to see all well.

You good?

Striker told me you passed out and will just stay over. See you in the morning!

Stare as he put the device back in their pocket. Look at the TV with the volume set too low. Glance up slightly to see Striker sleeping. Kept one arm behind their head. The other still laying on top of them. Look a bit softer and recline. The tip of their gold tooth shines. Glance back at the TV and watch.

Going to keep that promise.

They got to tell. Maybe once a year it is up at IMP. Just can't be afraid.

A few hours later.

"Everyone we got a potential sponsor!"

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Done.

Yes, sometime have passed crazy enough.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!