Chapter 14

Let's keep going at it!

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

Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing

Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing

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Striker yawns.

He has to admit the past three days got him good. Could be the whole place about the Sloth ring in general. Everything wants to make you feel so relaxed. Either the sounds of the waterfalls. Spas all round showing promotion. The drugs that you get but not cheap. Want to just relax.

Fuck that. He still remembers about that gas situation. Plus, the waiting time to get in these places is terrible.

Could also be working a lot. A lot of work. It also seems the same for the prince to with his kid.

No, he wasn't inside the clinic. He mostly positions himself at another building and just watches. Quite frankly he was a little annoyed to come all this way down here. But another part also would have been fine with it. After all this could be serious or not. At the end royals were at the clinic.

Doesn't matter. He did what he needed to do. Those two are back at the mansion after making sure nothing else is around. Now he is just walking back to the apartment.

Crack his neck as he felt a bit of tension come on done. Much better. Reach out for his head but stop. Damn habit. Pull his hand down and hissed. He wants to have his hat back on his head. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently for him. Yes.

Took a mental breath as he kept walking. It was late till he made it back to the apartment. Went back as usual. As he walked into the apartment, he stopped to hear noise in the bedroom. Walk in, with a blade out, to see no one but the door to the bathroom was closed. Light on from the cracks below the door.  Along with picking up the sound someone was showering. Walk on over and knock. "Moxxie?"

"Rattles?"

Relax a bit as he places the blade down. Look around the bedroom better to see their bag. "Yeah, I'm back Critter."

"Be out in a bit."

"Don't rush."

Striker does his own thing. Place the blade down, along with pulled out a pistol. Goes to change out the clothes and put on something else to relax in. Leave the bedroom to go into the kitchen. Open the fridge to make themselves a sandwich. Took a bite while their mind wandered for a while. Till they pick up the tap of hoofs. Look over to see Moxxie just in a shirt, sleep pants, and scarf. Make-up still on.  "Look at you being comfy."

"I can smell you from over here."

"If someone didn't lock the door, I could have showered with them. Besides you like my scent."

"Never said that."

"Never denied it either." Striker leans against the counter eating his sandwich. Eyes travel a bit till they get to their tail. "Tell me you changed that wrapping."

"I did you worry-wart."

"So, I'm a wart now? Savaged."

Moxxie just sticks their tongue out of the snickering cowboy. "Hey when can I have my necklace back?"

"Till I finished it up." Swallow the rest of their sandwich. He walks on over to the couch that Moxxie was sitting on. Goes to join them. Wrap an arm around the shorter one. The pair of them just relax, content. "Did you eat?"

"I'm fine." Sit on their lap before they can get up. "I'm fine. Really."

Striker gave them a look but stayed in place. Lean back against the couch. "You're eating tomorrow."

"I was going to cook this week anyway." Relax against their chest. 

"Got what you need to make?"

"Just gotta get little things."

"I'll come with you. I got get a few things as well."

"I like that."

"Mhmm."

"Got me a personal walking cart."

"Brat."

"Wart."

"Not being called that."

"Prefer Rattles."

"Mhmm."

Waits for a response of comeback but got nothing. Glance up to see Striker fall asleep. Stare up at him until they touch their chest. Blue magic surrounds them both to just move them in a better position and to not disturb the one who is sleeping. Striker now laying down on the couch with Moxxie laying on them. The tail grabs the blanket to pull it over them. Rest against them closely. Not at all phased during some part of the night their arms wrapped around their body.

Lay right there and did nothing. Besides relaxing. Nuzzle into the other chest to hear them their heartbeat. Not needing their phone to pass the time. Their mind doing most of the work. Sometimes good. Sometimes bad. Sometimes questionable.

They would like to sleep normally.

It is ridiculous for them to think that sometimes. Too actually want to sleep. It is a waste. It takes up time. It brings them too many problems they don't want to burden anyone else with. Too many memories they don't want to see.

Too just sleep.

Close their eyes to just relax. That was it. Relax.

Relax.

Re...Relax.

WAKE UP YOU FILITH!

PATHETIC!

YOU DID THIS TO THEM!

SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU WITH YOUR NECK CU-

Eyes snap open. Lift themselves up fast as they grab their chest. Heart beating rapidly like on an adrenaline rush. Their breathing began to feel very short.  Should focus on that but their senses were just everywhere.  Trying to look for something. Anything. Any indication someone here. Should know by now it's all a dream. All in their head.

It doesn't mean that the same feeling never goes away.

"Moxxie?"

Wide eyes snap down at Striker tired one. Tire but watches closely as he starts to lift himself up slowly. No indication of fear but alert.

"Hey-."

Didn't even realize, or hear, how fast they were panting. Until they start to take shaken breaths. Try to control it. Try to control themselves. Not want to be burden them. Jump off the couch.

"Moxxie? Hey-"

SLAM!

The door reopens to the outside of the apartment complex. The small space that used to hold another guest with the stable in place. Still there. Probably occupied by another. The dark red skies of Pride. Not as dark as before with the red changing to show morning was approaching.

Striker leans against the doorway as he looks at down at Moxxie. They were sitting on the steps for a while. Not bothering them to give them space till they finally came outside. The imp tucks their goat legs close to their body. Face, pressed against the legs. Barely could see it, the scarf not helping the matter either. Pick up not able hear the shaken breathes. Stop leaning against the door to sit down right by them. A quietness between the pair.

Besides the sounds all around in Pride as it never stops. Even here in IMP city.

"Mind I touch you?"

No, response besides them shuffling a little closer against them. The longer tail wrapped around them. Lazily staying on top of the other tail. No, pressure besides a low vibration of the tail. A slam rattle can still be heard but nothing terrible. An odd sense of calming sound.

"Did you try to sleep?" Got a nod for yes.

The sleep thing Striker wasn't sure how he could help. Besides tiring them out, which helps in relaxation. Or the times they crack their back. Probably will need to do that again soon. But to know the true extent of the sleep issue was a little disturbing. No, what was disturbing was probably how casual Moxxie in the past will say they don't sleep. Never was lying about that.

Many issues, packages deal with Moxxie they knew. But didn't realize how extreme some of it could be. Along with wondering if half of this could be also magic fault. Besides being traumatized.

No wonder Maria was always protective of them. Well, besides other reasons. Same with the Doc too keep a close eye.

When there was serious talk about it, Striker was being very forceful about it. One the rare times they fought. Well, learn beforehand and witness what their sleeping problem is like.

It wasn't fun.

After that got to listen how Moxxie felt weak and weird about it. Sure, they all tried to see about fixing it. Even just for a few minutes. Then the whole trying to get to nap. Sure, were moments being forcefully knocked out. The only time they truly could recall sleeping was when Maria mentioned they had slept before but can only remember two times. When she was singing. At that time Moxxie thought it was just stressed built up. Until they remember Reyna. At that time that they did sleep.

"Maybe I should ask Maria about that song." Striker mumbled. That part always did stick to them how a song got them to sleep.

"You just want to hear your voice." A voice can be picked up.

"You like my voice." Try not to smirk as they turn their head to give them a look. "You're not denying it."

"Hush." Kept their eyes locked on them.

"That still not denial." Lean down to turn their head in their direction. Position themselves like a mirror version of Moxxie.

"You really do have an ego at times."

"Thought you like that about me?"

"No, Rattles I just stayed around because you have pretty eyes."

"How wonderful to know you think about my eyes."

"Plus, your mustache."

"Keep talking."

"Your sharp-tooth mouth."

"You just admit it."

"I said mouth not voice."

"If you want to get technical Critter."

"Your smart-ass mouth."

"I'll take it."

"Your horse."

"Im still getting you back on that picture you sent."

"Mhmm sure."

The pair silent and content.

"Why haven't we destroyed that billboard?"

"You're the one who lived here longer."

"Fair. Blitz says the rats using it as shelter."

"Wouldn't be too surprised with those vermin."

"We got to go shooting again."

"Im all in for that. Can beat you."

"Here I was going to give you another prize."

"How touching but now it's my turn."

"Nope."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"JUST BANG ALL READY!"

Striker threw his dagger in the air.

"SHIT! I JUST GOT THIS FIX!"

Blitz falls to the ground in front of them. Parts of a rope landing on his chest.

Moxxie face pressed back against their leg and held back a groan. Striker twitches as he stands up. A low annoyed hiss as his tail rattles stomp towards the IMP boss.

"Ouch! You fucker I could have broken my neck-Wait. Let's talk about this!"

"No, you bloody stalker."

"How about some pointers!"

"Passed. Just like I'm going to make you pass out."

"Kinky."

"Freak."

"Like your one to talk. I bet you got plans ready in that sick mind of yours to go out on Moxxie little ass."

"Someone jealous."

"I'm not jealous!

"Then stop being a stalker."

"Same with you too."

"It's called a job that your bitch gave to me."

"Hey only I call him bitch!"

"SHUT UP BEFORE I CUT OFF BOTH OF YOUR DICKS YOU BITCHES!"

Don't wake up a grouchy Millie.

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Done!

Yes, there was an incident with the sleep issue before along with currently.

Yeah, don't wake up Millie unless you have something ready to calm her down.

There still tension between Striker and Blitz as you can tell.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye