We're back because I can't stop.
Summary: If things turn out different from Season 1 Episode 5. A mix of the story, episode and new twist. What could possibly happen?
(Note: Moxxie join IMP when Blitzo had the business open for a while. Not by choice at the time. Flaw works privately and not told anyone. Only met the other IMP workers at that time along with Stolas and anyone else. Never met Striker. Let's go!)
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, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.
Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/Text
Voices/Text/Flashback
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"Moxxie come on buddy!"
Step.
"Little pal?"
Step.
"I will dock you pay!"
Step.
"Okay maybe a little too extreme."
Step.
"Let's talk about this! Don't you think you being dramatic?"
Step.
"Okay look I'll admit the rats in the field suck! But everything else is on you. Alright the hay barrel just bad timing."
Step.
"At least tell me if it's hot sleeping with the cowboy!"
Step.
"But you've been cooking! See help!"
Step.
"Buddy come on this is a work trip! We got to be together!"
Step.
Moxxie kept walking as they held their bag. Still in the clothes they washed themselves in in the shower last night. That was 'fun' when everyone came back. Heads to the door with their ride now here. Would go a bit faster but their boss was clinging to their waist. To not go away. Honestly it was a bit pathetic to watch. Even when Blitzo try to stop them from leaving
"Blitz come on don't be like this." Millie grabs Blitzo tail to get him off.
"I will be like this! They are just going away!"
"It's their choice! They'll be staying close at the festival!"
"No! Moxxie I order you to stay!"
Moxxie snap their finger. Now Rusty jump on Blitzo back.
"Ouch! You are using her siblings against me now! OUCH! DON'T PULL MY HORNS YOU RUNT!"
"DON'T CALL MY BROTHER A RUNT!"
"OWIE!"
Shake the grip off as they open the door. Sent a nob to Rusty who gave them a thumbs up. Good kid. Sees the car, a pick up, and go straight over. Sees the driver and Joe talking like buddies.
"Took you awhile." The driver looked at Moxxie.
"Someone wouldn't let go." Open the door, and get in.
Blitzo face squish against the side window. "MOXXIE COME ON!"
Moxxie lock the door. Glance at the driver who was a bit startled, along with Joe. "...Thanks for the stay."
Joe not staying much just have his arm crossed.
Look away. Didn't bother to care, or listen, to what Joe said. Probably an insult or two just leaving. Look back at the glass. Unamused look to see his face still planted against the glass. "Go. I'll call later."
"Can you- "
"I'm not telling you where I'm staying." Motion the drive to go. Who was about to start to get out of Park to Drive.
Blitzo face plated against the front windshield. "MOXXIE!"
"Hey get off!" The driver pressed the horn. Moxxie just stun how much they were taking this personally. Or just annoyed.
For rat's sake.
"Blitzo stop it! You're being extra annoying! You'll see fatty later!" Loona grabbed the back of their neck. She is slightly annoyed with their behavior. But also, Moxxie get to stay somewhere else. No, more funny pictures and videos to take for a while.
"GACK! MOXXIE!"
The driver pressed on the gas pedal. "Crazy visitors!"
Moxxie watch out for the rear-view mirror of Blitzo on the ground. Loona just shaking her head. Joe just stared at Blitzo weirdly. Millie at the porch waving bye with a hand signal to call soon. Rusty waves bye. Move their head a bit as in time to see Striker by the pens, held up some tool. Yet, lift their head up in time to stare at them drive pass by. A look in their spiral eyes just staring at them.
No, like studying them?
Shook their head a bit. No, you're thinking too much about it. Probably just judging them like the others. Glance back out at the dirt road.
"So, why you leave?" The driver grunts.
"Appointment." Pull their phone out. Sent a thumbs up emoji to Millie. "Will be in town. Might as well get it done. Your friend with the family."
Millie sends a thumb emoji back.
"Talk with the folks. Get some good vegetables from them time to time. Strong, hard works imps they are. All them."
"He doesn't like me. Doesn't him."
The driver was taken back. "Look it's not my business. But here is a thing about Wrath. We admired strength. He mentions while you help in the kitchen, sewing and some cleaning. Just was getting in the way with farm work. Along with the closeness to his daughter."
"Were just co-workers."
"I'll tell him that. It seems like he is interested in putting his new farm-hand and daughter together. Really like the imp. Like one time- "
Moxxie half listening as they drag on over the talk. Their mind wanders a bit about that comment. A small frown behind the scarf. Along with a sad, distant gaze in their eyes.
Gave it up.
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Paid the driver decently well.
Look at the western style building that was doing housing. Along with a book with many others for the festival was coming up. Goes inside to talk to the owner. Paid the money. Follow them to the back.
The owner shows Moxxie of the back. That had a small barn. Goes up to it to unlock the door.
(Don't own the image but the place look like this inside.)
"Good thing we decided to make renovation with this small farm. I wasn't going to let others stay in it for another two months. But the money will help out. It's nothing fancy inside, just like the other rooms. The kitchen stove and sink does work. Just don't be greedy about it. The bathroom is just small and just a shower. Again water. There is one electric outlet to use. The ladder is stable and nailed to reach the top to your bed. Just don't bump your head."
Soon he was handed the extra key.
"Breakfast will be served 6-8."
"Thanks" Goes inside the place and study it around.
"I like it. I can see many rents it out."
"Good comment. If you have any questions I'll be inside. Enjoy your stay." Walk off back to the building.
They stood there for a while as their tail closed the door behind them. Set the bag down on the small couch. Stare at it for a bit, grunt and just pull out the extra clothes. I might as well change for this visit.
Ring!
"Hello...Yeah, I'll be on my way in a bit..." Hang up to let out a sigh.
Back at the ranch.
"You sure Striker?"
"Positive. I don't mind bringing them over. Plus, I can see how the festival grounds are coming along. If it gets too late, I'll stay over there."
"Getting advantage."
"Now, now no being a spoiled sport." Striker walks on back over to his horse. Double check their all good and ready to go for a ride.
"I'm not." Blitz huffed with his arms crossed. "Oh, if you see Moxxie- "
"I probably won't but if I do. I'll tell the little fella to relax." Easily gets on the saddle as he holds up the reins.
"Sure, I can't ride that beauty."
"Got to pass that up boss man. Both of us."
"Dammit."
Striker laughed, clicked his heels to the side and soon Bombproof was running off. This never gets old with him.
Blue.
Shook his head slightly. He had to be seeing things yesterday. Yes, their reaction did seem a bit overboard. All this seems overboard for them to just go. If the thespian wanted to go then fine.
It also irritated them.
Damn little pest thinks they are so better. That expressionless look. A stubborn attitude they had as well when they wouldn't stop helping. Like just stop. You're the lowest of the species. Yet, it was oddly fascinating. Heck, he felt a bit smug when they actually did start talking to them a few nights ago.
"You're ridiculous."
Striker stops confused at first. He was back in the room with Moxxie. Today, work on the farm was just so funny. Blitzo got a good hand of it. But Moxxie. Oh, it's like one thing after another just was after them or to make it hard. He didn't mind reminding the little imp how badly it turned out for them. Along with throwing in suggestions to let the real workers work while they stay inside.
Then he heard the voice.
He glances around the room but stopped. There was only one demon in this bedroom with him. Look at Moxxie just sitting at the chair in the corner. Eyes focus on the book. "So, the little one can speak."
"The tall one can actually listen."
The taller one arms cross. "Hey now no need to be feisty."
"I'm not." The tone is very boring and direct.
"How I get such a great honor to hear you speak."
"Your sarcasm."
"Huh look at that my voice actually can do anything after all." Sits down on the bed.
"Now if only you can stop talking about yourself." Flip another page.
After that was small chit-chat the last few days. Or really who can get the last word over the other.
Another head shakes. They aren't fascinating, just odd little imps. That's all.
Soon, they made it into town. Got a small stable for Bombproof to rest in. Just in case it takes longer than he expected. Extra fee to get fed too. Goes to do deliver the vegetables to clients. Then after that walk around the town for a bit. Just sightseeing, a few hat tilts to giggling woman. So, easily charmed. Then see dawn slowly approaches and goes to one the bars before it gets too heavily packed. A drink or two shall fill him up.
Until he stops as his eyes caught something when his drink arrived. No, someone on the other side of the bar.
Two figures not too far away sitting at a table. Two cups in place. A shorter, older round imp with a pair of small glasses. Just chattering away. The other one was Moxxie. It had to be them from the scarf and glasses. Just now in a different outfit.
In a light blue long sleeve loose shirt, the vest a darker shade of blue opens up. Pants look the same. Outfit untucked. Same with their tail wrapped up. Gloves as well. Notice the cowboy boot that works with his hooves. Then suddenly notice a ponytail just over the side of their shoulder. Have they had that before? Who was that older imp with them? (Basically, Moxxie out from S1E5 just small color difference and extra differences)
Let loose a smirk.
"I'm just saying Mox."
"I am relaxed."
"Are you?" Medea looked at Moxxie. Smile at the neutral expression. "But honestly I don't want to worry your Madre."
Stare at him but a tired sigh went past their covered lips. "I honestly don't know why we do this."
"Health. Plus, hey might as well get a quick drink." Took a sip from their cup.
"Try harder." Took a sip of their own.
"Well, well lookie who I found."
No.
Moxxie glance with narrowed eyes as they see Striker walking over. Seriously, if you are coming to this town. Why would you waste your time coming towards them? Besides the obvious being a bar.
"A friend of yours?"
"An unwanted roommate." Moxxie muttered with their hands in their pockets. "Already bored to come bothered me."
"Come now. You want to know how many would be thrilled to talk to my handsome self." Pull a chair over to sit down.
"Handsome? Yes. You in general. No."
About to make a retort but stop. Wait a minute. So, they do find them handsome. Let loose a smirk. "So, you think I'm handsome."
"Did sand and dirt get in your earholes. Did you not hear what I just said?"
"How about you lowered that scarf down and maybe I'll hear you better."
"Or you can walk away and buzz off."
"It's now my break so I can do what I want. Which is sit back, have a good drink and chat."
"Wasting your time to talk with me?"
"Exactly."
"You are a sad little man."
"Little? Sad? I think those glasses need a new prescription. Here how about I break them and we can find an eye doctor."
"Pass. Don't need those poor fellas inside to get blinding by your annoying attitude and tooth."
Medea let out a giggle as he watched the pair. Both of them turn to look at the smaller Doctor. "Oh, continue this is just so fun to watch. You're going very easy right now Moxxie."
"Go jump in a pile of needles."
"At last, I left them all back at home." Turn to look at Striker, lift their hand out to shake. "The name Doctor Medea."
"Howdy Doc." Striker shook their hand. "So, what the verdict on sour puss here."
"I apologize but I can't reveal my patient's health. Even if I would love to hear what threat they'll do to me if I did."
"Watch it."
Striker just watches the both of them interact. While Moxxie look annoyed they actually look content around them. Heck, not on edge compared on the farm. While this other older imp just seems to be use to them. "So, were you a city Doctor and just moved down to this ring? Bet it's very different."
"City Doctor? Occasionally I went to one of the cities in Wrath. But I live in one of the other towns. I'm only here for a visit and other business."
"Huh? Then wait how?" Look back and forth at the pair.
Moxxie look a bit confused about what Striker is saying. Yet, Medea picked it up.
"I'm from Wrath and the town I work at is close to where Moxxie lived at. Ever since they were a little feral impling." Medea grinned while Moxxie gave them an eye roll.
"Wait? Your born here in Wrath?" Striker stared at Moxxie.
"Yes? What? Did you think I was from Pride?"
"You just never said it. Wait does your team know?"
"No."
"How come?"
"Never asked."
Just stared at this imp. Okay fair enough. He did think back a bit. "Well, you're were familiar with the utensils in the kitchen. Along with how you act around the animals here."
"Oh, the animals always adored Moxxie."
"I will sew your mouth if you keep talking."
"That is something I would love to hear." Striker grin widened.
"At last, I can't I have to start heading back to the inn. Got to leave early for the next train. But I bet Moxxie wouldn't mind taking about it with their friend."
"He is not my friend."
"You're breaking my heart Critter."
"How close is it to shattering? I don't mind speeding it up."
The hybrid threw back his head and laughed. Now this is the spunk he misses back in the room.
"Pardon me. Not friend. Romantic partner?"
"What?!"
"At last, he figured us out Moxxie."
"Why are you playing along with this old troll imagination?"
Medea smile up at Moxxie. "You should have said something. Oh, I can't wait to tell your Madre you are intimate with someone."
"I will bury you at the bottom of the rings."
"Why must you hide our tremendous time together?" Striker is enjoying this way too much. "Don't worry I can be a real gentleman in front of your Madre."
"You hush up. You, stop it and don't you dare say such deceitful things to my Madre."
Medea just smiled at that innocent grandfather's look. "Fair I don't want my whisky confiscated if she starts demanding answers. Like protection."
"Get you're your ass to your bed before I tie you up on the horse to take you into the volcano." Ready to strangle them both. How is their life? Okay, Medea one thing. Use to his behavior like this. But Striker? Honestly what is the benefit of playing along with this?
"Sounds thrilling." Finish the last of their drink.
"Go to bed."
"Yes, yes. Good to see you, Striker. Do make sure Moxxie take care of themselves till they get home."
"I gladly will you. I'll make sure they are very relaxed."
"I will chop your tail off if you try to touch me."
Medea was soon out of the bar. It was just a pair of them.
"So-What you doing?"
"Leaving." Stood up.
"Hey, hey what the rush. Let's just sit back, relax and drink."
"I can do that without being around you."
"Come on don't be a buzzkill. I was going to over doing a few shots. Loosen us up."
"Pass." Began to walk past him.
"Okay I get it. Bet you wouldn't be able to handle what I would drink anyone." Striker smirks as he watches them stop. There we go. "You do seem like the lightweight type."
Turn to give them a glare. Then went to walk to the bar. Sits goes to sit at a stool. Usually, I would ignore such stupid thing. Yet, right now want to shut up the jerk. Hear the boot approaching as Striker now sitting by their side.
"Going to prove me wrong?"
"Shut it and start ordering."
"Now we're talking. Do try not throw up on me."
"Throw up on yourself."
Striker smirk then look at the bartender. "Your strongest Whiskey."
"Smokey Coal."
Striker, the bartender looks at Moxxie. A bit surprised they know that whiskey. Along with if they lost it.
"Are you sure? That one a bit rough?"
"Smokey Coal."
"Well, the little one wants to prove something."
"Want this to go by faster so you can be knock out."
Stare as he soon laughed louder, slapped their own knee and motioned the bartender to grab the bottle. Calm down a bit. "So, where you staying at?"
"Why?"
"To carry you out little one when you get smash."
Roll their eyes. "Worry about your sleeping arrangements."
"Here I am being quite a gentleman." He took the bottle from the bartender. Pour the liquid in the shot glasses. A golden-brown color took over. Snatch his glass. "So, what shall we toast for Critter?"
"Surviving you."
"I'll toast to that in the next one. Now come on don't be a party pooper."
Stare at them as they reach for the glass. "The Harvest Festival."
"All right can do that one." Tap their glass with their own. Top it down as he feels the light burn coming down. Smack his lip very pleased. Look over to see Moxxie reaching over for the glass to pour another. Not phase, no coughing, or watery eyes. Huh. Maybe the little one not a light weight at all or hiding it wall.
"Another?"
"Don't mind at all." Over their glass as he watches them pour the liquid. "So, how you feeling?"
"I'm fine."
"I meant leaving the farm but good to see you're not wimping out the drink either."
"I'm fine with that too. Bet everyone please to be gone." Took a shot of the drink like it was nothing.
"Your boss did make a scene for a bit." Eyes watches for reaction but it was nothing. No, phase at all.
"He like that till something else catches his attention. Can buzz off with the pup."
"Ouch. You speak to all your bosses and their kids like that."
"Lack of care and not my boss right now. Going to take your shot or what? The shine already getting to you Rattles." Look back at them.
This little bragger. Eyes narrowed as he gulped down the shot. Swipe the bottle to pour the next one themselves including their own. "I feel fantastic. What about you little one?"
"Fine. You sure you're okay little man."
"I'm positively great and I think you should get those glasses if you think any part of me little." Smirk wider to show their teeth.
"My glasses are fine." Took the shot.
Striker can hold his alcohol really well. No, denying that but even has his limits till the lingering buzz hit till he flat out drunk. One bottle of this moonshine usually makes you flat out drink. But the pair were sharing it. So, he was in between the buzz and close to the drunk stage.
Then there Moxxie. Really, don't care too much about drinking. Sure, if you handed them a drink with chocolate, they'll down that in a few seconds. Just don't put them in a drinking contest. Unless to win cheap bet, prize, or heck distraction against another while the team does something in the back. Moxxie can't get drunk. Just like they can't get hungry, or lack sleep. Blame that former destroyer side. Positives along with negatives. Now it didn't mean there has been times they 'tested' to see how far it could go.
You, known since their imp now. A very different, odd unnatural imp. An imp none the less with little qualities like another.
After some experiment, along with one angry Madre when they 'borrowed' 650 liters of a cask or three of homemade whiskey. Can confirm it take three to start to feel a 'tingle. It was actually a bit fascinating to them to some degree. Then of course they had to really make it up to their Madre as those were for customers along with making new batches.
Yet, since they are drinking from a 750ml bottle along with sharing it, then ordered like two extra bottles. It was like water at best to Moxxie. It did nothing.
Striker on the other hand.
"Hahahaha *hic* then he, he rolls off the *hic* cliff into cactus. Cactus!" Striker laughs as he leans against Moxxie. An arm wrapped, well was hanging, around their shoulder. Still held a shot glass with some whiskey in it. Somehow it didn't fall off the barstool yet.
"Cactus huh." Moxxie use their tail to push them away. Again.
"Yep! Then BOOM!" Make explosion sounds and took a sip of their drink. "It was spectacular. Like me!"
"Sure, you are."
"I know *hic* I am." Lean back against them like before. Not phased at all what they did.
Moxxie got to give themselves points dealing with physical contact. Then again just seeing them like this was a bit of a humor. Just touchy.
"Why you don't like me?" Voice turns serious
"I don't like anyone."
"Come on!" Now it sounds like they are whining but at the same time not. Lay their head on their shoulder. "You like Mildred. Her little bro. The animals. That Doc! Oh, you're um, um Madre! That's it!"
"And?"
"Come on what wrong with me."
"Want the short or long version after knowing you for four days."
"Which one would sound better about me?"
"On that note were done with this. Should get you back to your horse." Swipe the bottle away.
"Hey! That mine!"
"Technically it mine since I bought it. All three of them."
"Well, I'm not done." Try to grab it.
"Yes, you are." Move away for them not reach it. It kind of was a hilarious sight.
"No, I'm not!"
"I swear you annoying- "
"Come on Critter share- "
The pair lost the grip of the bottle as it soared through the air. Smash into the back of some patron's head. The imp yelped and then growled.
"Which one of you drunk half-wits did that!"
Everyone pointed as Striker, Moxxie.
"You punk asses!"
"Ha! What you going to do about it?"
"Shut it! After I beat that little one up your next." Charge them. Well, straight at Moxxie.
Moxxie stare, then pushes Striker to the side as they seem ready to fight. Jumped up on the bar, kicked the barstool, and it flew right towards the charging customer. The imp yell slammed into another customer.
"Hey watch where you going!"
"You watch it you hick!"
"Oh, you buck teeth piece of cow shit!"
Another bar fight starts.
Everyone is punching, thrown to a wall, a rando thrown in the hair, a chair slam down on another, a table destroyed, and one fellow becoming a new dart board.
The bartender sighs as he grabs a chalk board sign. Five days without a bar fight to start. Wipe it down to place a zero. Turn back to notice a bunch of soul money by the two shot glasses
"HAHA That was wicked!" Striker laughs as they lean against Moxxie.
Or in Moxxie perspective drags the stumbling hybrid on the street. Twitch as their body began to react a bit and wants to freeze up. Just a few steps and then dump his ass to the stable. Can't believe the un already down.
"You *hic* are quite a kicker Critter." Striker snickered still slump over the shorter one.
"I'll kick you if you don't start talking. Where your horse?"
"That *hic* way."
Many mislead directions as they stop by at two different stables till the third one.
"Yeah, no were not giving him his horse back?"
"Why?" Tilt their head at the stable owner. Dump Striker on a bench.
"One of our rules if the rider intoxicated shouldn't be riding their horse."
"That nice?"
"Only reason we have that rule because the rider comes back the next morning and starts crap. It's always oh why you morons let me ride. Why is my saddle missing? Or why you let this hooker ride with me out of here."
"So, no complaining."
"Yep."
"Did he pay for Bomb to stay the night?"
"He did just in case."
"... Can I pay extra for him to sleep in the pig pens?"
"Sadly no, the pigs are for the week and don't need their bellies to get venom poison."
"Is there any room inside the stable I can toss him in?"
"Nope."
"Not even the dumpster."
"No," He yawn, "The hotels out the option since everywhere book. Unless you want to dump into a lap of a petty saloon gal and she take his money."
It was tempting but then it would be bothered if they meet up again.
Dammit.
"Where *hic* we going?" Striker stumble as Moxxie was dragging them.
"Staying with me tonight you intoxicated snake."
"Oh? My, my Critter so *hic* forward."
"Shut it."
I'm able to finally make it back at the small barn. Unlock it as they pull Striker inside. "Climb the ladder, go lie down and watch your head." Close the door behind to lock.
"Not bad place." Striker stumbled but their eyes looked all.
"Bed now."
"Okay, okay I get it. You want to look at me as I climb up the ladder." Smirk at the twitching imp. "I hear no denial."
"I'm this close to knocking you out."
"Gotta reaches me first." Stumble to the ladder.
Nope, not going to help them. Walk over to the sink to go wash their hands. A loud 'thump' was heard.
"Damn ceiling!"
"Congrats you reach level 1. Level 2 close your eyes."
"Hey I got to be comfy."
"Sounds like your problem."
"Yeah well, I got the bed. Where you going to sleep hmm?"
"Floor." Not bothered to deal with the whole I don't sleep thing. Got no response. Maybe they passed out. Walk on over. Then duck away seeing the tail. "Hey."
"No, floor. Enough room here." Striker leaning over like a curious cat over the over safe railing.
Moxxie almost wish not there so they can roll off to fall down on the ground. Dangit but then would have to take care of them. "I'm not sleeping with you."
"How forward of you to presume I want some fun."
"Since when is sleeping fun."
Stare down then let out a laugh. "Not that kind of sleep!"
Just gave them a very confused and lost look.
"Jeez your boss is right. You are so dense, innocent. Make me wonder you ever slept with anybody at all." Striker laughs as they roll away. He was still a bit drunk but their mind did start to think a bit. Close their eyes to relax.
Maybe that was a little too rude. The little imp probably doesn't get that kind of attention. Does scream very nerdy, too quiet and not all Wrathian. Well, besides holding their liquor it seems. Or was that a trick? They are good tricksters. Yeah, that's it. Maybe I can teach them a little few tricks if they need that kind of direction for fun. Whatever Blitzo was doing was failing badly. Know what why not? A little help. Plus, is interested in that job offer from the imp. After they take care of that damn blue blood. While he wouldn't mind going after someone like Blitzo or even Mildred. One just too been there and done that. So, ready to jump him. All the flirty lines heard it before. Mildred has heard she bat shit crazy with her relationship record. A bit similar to Sallie May so I would rather not deal with that.
But Moxxie just so interesting, small and wants to break them. That would be fun. Teach them a bit. Fix that attitude of theirs and put the little thespian in their place. Can meet up with them a lot. Still, 'help 'out. Be fun to have a little pet-
Eyes open up a bit and then widen to see Moxxie on top of them. What the fuck? How do they get up here so fast? Heck, couldn't hear them? Are they that wasted? "Critter what are you- "
"Shut up."
Blink but then his eyes narrowed. "Or what?"
Moxxie soon grabbed their shoulder to lift their upper body up a bit. "I said shut up."
Spiral eyes quite surprised, along with noticing their body position. Yes, he was still lying flat, besides their upper part being moved. But Moxxie was straddling on their chest. Like do they realize what they are doing? Where is their scarf? Still, look like a little nerd without it with the freckles, glasses and wow did they just growl. Smirk up at them as their tail move from behind. "Or what you will do?"
Can just grab them in their tail. Let them struggle a bit. You know take the adrenaline out. Then-
On cue Moxxie tail grabbed Striker tail to slam in down on the ground. Tighten their hold a bit to keep it down.
Seriously, how much did they drink? Even he is not this bad at fighting. Right?
"Want to keep pushing me, Striker? Do you?" A low growl as their mix match eyes pierces down. "Close you drunk ass eyes, sleep and you better remember to not bring this crap back up in the morning. You get it?"
Moxxie just can't explain why Striker was annoying them like this. It was somehow worse than Blitzo. Yet, Blitzo hasn't passed the level where Striker is at. Just want this guy to shut up in many ways. Clench his teeth seeing that smirk, the cowboy hat still on them and just the hole getup. Just showing off.
Why is this triggering them now? Delt with many assholes like this over the years? Heck, even back as their time as Error. They are even living in asshole capital everyday living in Pride.
So, why now?
"Aww is the little imp threatening me." Mock baby tone. Reach out to grab the back of their head. Why does their hair feel very thick but don't like it? Questions for later. They like holding them like this. Even the look he was getting as they growled down at him. Smirk as their teeth glisten, as he raises himself up to be almost at eye height level, may have moved themselves up a little higher to look down.
"No. I'm telling you." Growl at them as their own eyes glowed a bit. Want to snap that wrist off for grabbing their hair. Expect they didn't. Stay focused on that other hand ready to snatch it just in case.
"Is that all you got to say, Vermin."
Moxxie had no damn idea why their first thing to do was kiss him!
No, hitting. No, magic pressure even if that would bring unwanted questions. Heck, could have threatened him to the point that even Ink no soul excuse or even tremble in fear. Or was it devastation at that time? Who gives a damn?
Their bottom companion was in a state of shock as well. This was not what they expected either. Heck, was ready to be punched, or even a gun to be pulled out. Instead, mouths lock with each other. That alone almost got them out of their drunk phase.
Almost.
Just pull away dammit!
But why? You're actually not crashing for one.
Because I was pissed!
Now you're locking lips with a hot stud? Don't see the issue.
Get the fuck out of here!
Great they are losing their mind again. Or just expanded? Joy to the fucking world!
Damn you really do need to get laid.
GET OUT OF HERE! WHO EVEN ARE YOU?
No *cough*writer*, one.
Ignore their midlife crises and questions to pull away for air. Or to finally snap out of something that is so out of character for them. Moxxie took a few deep panting breaths while their eyes were shut. Finally open when they felt their hair still gripped but not painful. Along with their glasses fell off. Well, they were lifted up a bit to look wonky, but able to see out. A sight they were able to see below them.
Striker panting a bit. Eye half close to still see those spiral eyes. Kind of flustered. Then even notice the salvia between them.
What the fuck?
Then notice where the other hand was at. On their cheeks. Then pulls away with a bit of red on their palm.
"I knew it." Striker pants, as their eyes study them. "I did see blue."
Moxxie freeze at that declaration.
Blue.
He saw his tear marks.
He is going to say they are unnatural. A freak. Cry face. Cry face. Cry ugly face-
Let go the hair to roughly clean the makeup off the other cheek. Another blue streaks down their face. Study them over as their hand goes back to grab the back of their hair. Grip tightly when they notice they seem a bit out of it.
Eyes snap out the trance to stare back down.
"Gotta, say I like it." Pull them down closer. "Different just like me."
At that Moxxie goes back to kiss him again. Striker returning it back greedily.
The make out session would have lasted longer. If Striker didn't pass out.
The shorter of the two stared at Striker now sleeping. Content. Look less threatening. Vulnerable. Just like anyone else can be when you take your shields down like this. Move a bit to get away, tail unwind with the other and pulls the blanket over them. Stare then carefully took the hat off to place it down for them to see in the morning. Stare a little longer, then quietly go back down the ladder.
Now in the bathroom to see a lot of the makeup off on one side. While the other just smug on the cheek. Will need to retouch that.
Did he really like it?
They shook their heads as they go get their bag.
It doesn't matter he'll forget in the morning. Rather he forgets then make some nasty, regretful words toss at their face kissing them. Better that way.
But what if he doesn't?
Silent and shook their head.
That was just a foolish dream.
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Done!
Well, what a roller coaster ride we have here.
What do you all think?
Any questions?
Until next time.
Bye, bye.