Chapter 106

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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

Voices/Text/Flashback

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"Huh?"

Chaz just grins and points at their face. "Tear face, got to say that's a neat look."

Blink and stare at them with a deadpan look. Then pull their scarf up to hide their marks. "That stupid."

Chaz snickered and turned to look at Blitzo. Who is still bitching away. "Really got yourself a crew."

"No, shit I got the best. Wait? Don't distract me! The favor!"

"Like I said another time." Wave it off and glance back at the one looking at them weirdly. Smile and then produce a card. "Here ever want to chat."

Blink and look at the card. Took it. Sees it just a phone number.

"Wait! They get a card but I don't!"

"What can I say this one capture my interest."

"How dare you! I gave you the bottom bunk!"

"Whelp got to go! See yeah IMP, you too Tearface." Walk pass Moxxie and head straight to the elevator.

Moxxie watch them leave as the door closed. Then look back at the card.

"Congrats Fatty actually got some digits." Loona on her phone.

"No, one dating our clients!"

"You never put that in the rules. Plus, didn't seem like a client."

"Who was that?"

"Just old face in the past." Storm over to swipe the card away from Moxxie. "Now let's get back to work! Moxxie you're making it up being late!"

"Whatever." Close the door behind them. Glance over at a giggling Millie. While look Striker just look quiet. "What?"

"So, going to call them?"

"I have no reason too." Walk past her.

"Aww really."

"They said have no reason too." Striker tells her. A hint of annoyance. But trying to figure out why that shark seemed slightly familiar. Along with that tone they use with Moxxie. Clearly could hear some kind of flirty tone. Yet, felt like there was something else.

Millie shrugged and giggles as she teases Moxxie. Who just ignored her or gave her an eye roll. While their mind was elsewhere.

What was that about?

Eventually they got two clients. After that a slow day.

"Great job team! Moxxie for being tardy you're doing inventory!"

"Wow. Lucky me." Roll their eyes at the former clown.

"You sure are! Lock up too! Mil, Striker, I'll take you back."

"I'm going to stay and keep an eye on the Critter."

Blitzo shrugged. "Whatever you want to do and time. Just don't distract them!"

"Take your own advice." Moxxie walk pass him.

"Hey! I don't know what with the snappy attitude! Besides that, stick up you- "

Moxxie slam the meeting room door.

"Seriously, what is wrong with them!" Point at the meeting room door.

"Should you be the one to asked. After you asking us advice this morning." Millie points out.

"That is different."

"Sure. Come on Blitz."

"Grr fine. Come on Loonia. Striker you're on Moxxie duty. Moxxie that report better be on my- "

The door opened and a marker was thrown. Hit them in the forehead.

"FATHER FUCKER ON A TRICYLE!"

A few minutes of cursing and leaving the building later.

"So, why were you late? Your roomie couldn't provide a good answer." Striker asked Moxxie. The pair in the meeting room. Striker just chilling on the chair. While Moxxie just looking at paperwork.

"Uncomfortable night."

That was the nicest way to put it.

"You always seem to have those."

Small shrug.

A silence between the pair. Moxxie trying to get all this done and over with. Striker staring at his phone with mixed emotions. Along with sharpening their knife.

"Did you know them."

Stop to turn to look at Striker. Slight confusion at what they just asked them.

"That shark did you know them."

Stare for a bit and glance down. "They kind of look familiar."

Not expecting an answer at all. "How?"

Glance down at the desk as they wrote some details down. "Probably wasn't him or remembered me."

"Wait. Wait." Lean back against the chair. "So, were they a buddy or something? Some bully you met here in Pride?"

"No, I um its." Glance away a bit. "They just look like someone I kissed."

Silence.

"Wait? You actually kiss someone?"

Roll their eyes a bit at a shock look. "Yes, Rattles. Surprise I actually had kiss someone."

"Hey, it's just well. It just you, I mean I had some suspicion you at least kissed before in school. Just never show off or blabber about it. But look at you. Got yourself a wild secret side."

Small silence.

"Um it wasn't high school."

"Are you for real."

Small grumble and focus on the paperwork to distract them. "Never ask everyone you kiss."

"Okay noted. I mean I'm wow. I honestly didn't expect it. Caught me off guard."

"Because I'm not like you, Millie, Blitzo, or Sallie?"

Taken back at the sour tone they held.

"Because I don't have that charm or attitude to just get anyone?"

"You're right. You're not like us. Your different."

Clench the pen tighter.

"That a thing I like about you and many tend to not notice. That sassy, sarcastic Imp filled with surprise. To get to know the real you."

"You still can't handle the real me."

"I think I did pretty damn well knowing you this long." He smirks at them.

"I supposed." Glance away a bit and unclench the pen. "You remember all those wasteful stories you would tell me who you kiss, or random dates."

"Yep."

"Too many and lost count how many girls, and guys, would give you so much candy."

"A lot of it suck or shouldn't be in the kitchen."

"Yeah. You complain so much about it."

"Hey, I had a legit reason especially when one gave me food poisoning."

"Who you made eat it too."

"Got to learn."

"If you insist that disgusting way." The two of them chuckled. "It was at the Greed Ring."

"Huh?"

"Where it happens. Our class just finished a big final. To celebrate, along with losing money, they decided to go Greed at one the bars. One of their relatives ran it or something. I was forcibly brought along." Tap the desk as they pull off their glasses.

"How Did-Wait. Let me guess. Chocolate." Gave them a deadpanned look. Sees they turn away with a slightly guilty look. As they start to clean their glasses.

"My plan was to just stay a minute than leave. Should have just left when we all went through the doors. But nope I stuck around and stayed in back. I hate it so much. The atmosphere, flashing lights, so many demons around, the music wasn't my favorite and random drinks flying around. Didn't even bother to get a drink. I think I started to have a panic attack. My mind just telling myself to find somewhere quiet. I then stayed in some random closet."

"You should have left."

"Well, I didn't. Since a part of me that day just wanted to be maybe slightly normal. But nope. I'm having a damn panic attack in a closet which is regular these days at a bar. Then some rando was in the closet with me. Apparently annoyed someone there and took cover. Next, thing I know they saw me and-"

"Hiya roomie."

Moxxie stare at the demon with a dull, tired look. Just finally control the small tremors.

"I guess I'm your new roommate for a bit?" Lean back against the door. Look back at them and tilt their head. "Wow those really do make you look like you been crying."

Move their scarf up slightly and glance down.

"Hey don't be shy. I'm not going to bite."

Another deadbeat silent.

"Come on a little talk? Something? Or just going to say silent fore- "

Got a bucket to the face.

"What the heck? Why do you do that? Wow you have strong throw."

"Hello gift."

They stared and started to laugh. "Where the rest of my gift set?"

Just stare at them. Not expecting that reaction at all. "Weirdo."

"Hey I'm cool and weird."

"You're the one holding the bucket."

"Well, it's mine now."

"Sure neighbor."

"Seriously? Just neighbor? Nothing cute? Or hot? Or dangerous with my deadly looks and smooth charm." Held the bucket dramatically.

"See that bucket?"

"Of course, I'm holding it."

"Congratulation your Bucket boy."

"What? No! Do I look like a boy to you?!"

Glance back up at them. The demon actually has a bit of height? Their skin couldn't tell whether it was either gray or green with the lighting in the room.. Sharp teeth. Scar on the snout. Evergreen hair with dark horn's that blend in. Spiral blue and white eyes. Glance at the tail and notice skin torn. Then it occurred to them that this demon was actually aquatic. A shark.

"So?

"Hmm."  Look up and down. "Shark boy."

Stare at them for a while and grumble. "I'm a damn adult."

"Shark Kid."

"Really?"

"Shark Fin soup."

"Jokes on you I had that before and it doesn't offend me."

"Ariel."

"You know what I might be able to pull off that shellfish bikini look. Dye my hair red. Oh, - "

Moxxie just stared at them. Their 'roomie' was well weird to say the least. But the interaction was different too.

It was kind of nice. It was almost the same attitude of another demon they can think about.

"So, what you say?"

"You should do entertainment."

They snickered and then began to sing. "Watch and you'll see. Someday I'll be. Part of your world!"

Lift their scarf up to hide the chuckle that tried to escape. "Okay not Ariel."

"Aww." Lean against the wall and smirk. "Is my singing and charms now working?"

"If I say yes. Will you go do whatever it is you were doing?"

They tap their chin. "Maybe. How about I get you a drink? Then were even."

"That means I'm still around you."

"Hey closet buddies got to stick together."

"I feel like I should be insulted."

"That's the spirit." Place the bucket down and hand it out to them. "So?"

Look at the hand wearily. Glance down. "I don't want to go back out there."

The spiral eyes blink. Then study how they were a slight tremble. Or the way they scoot slightly away from their hand. "Then I'll bring you one. What you like?"

"Chocolate."

"Chocolate?" Scratch their hair with their hat moving around. "I think their option for that. Wait here."

Just watch them leave and let out a small sigh. Whelp not the worst reaction they had with another. Probably will be distracted or forget about them.

A few minutes later they return.

"Look what I brought!" He grinned and showed some chocolate syrup, along with two cups with some bottles, and then pulled out a shaker "Ran out of chocolate drinks. But we can make our own."

Blink in surprise. Watch them sit down and put the cups down. Along with a few ingredients that you shouldn't be able to get at the bar. Or at least handed too. Yet, didn't care but was a bit surprised.

"A bit vodka, add the creame de cacao, shake it up get the light cream, and last but not least the Chocolate Syrup." Drizzle it on and hand it to them. They held their own drink.

Moxxie held the drink and came back to them. See them drink their own. Lower their scarf down and then took a sip as well. Huh not bad. Did grab the syrup and add extra.

"Wow I think you'll get a sugar crash before a hangover." Watch them gulp it down like it was nothing.

"I don't get hangovers."

"I would call bullshit but hey. Maybe you're just a strong drinker than you look."

"You look like someone who passed out after one shot of whiskey from Wrath."

"How dare you! That is just cruel! Wrath Whiskey like a death sentence to us. But damn the spice worth it."

"So, you must have come back to life."

"More times than I can count."

"Here, here to that Triton." Lift the cup in a toast.

'Triton' laughs at that and lifts their cup. "Triton? Huh I like it. Here, here!"

Both click their cups together and drink it down.

They just drank and talked. Random insult thrown in. Or 'Triton' trying to be a funny show off. Along with why they were hiding to begin with. Which was just them pissing off the wrong crowd in there.  It was so stupid but Moxxie was enjoying it.

"That is why karaoke great!" The shark laughs as he lays on the ground by them. A bit out of it.

"Your drunk." Took a sip of their drink.

"Your just jealous of my singer's name."

"Why would I call myself that? Plus, sounds really like song title."

"Hmm Big Dicks can be both!"

"I think you had enough of that."

"If I had enough, would I do this!"

Next, they knew they were pulled down. Moxxie freeze as their body tense up. Felt like they were about to crash on the spot.

They were being kissed.

Eyes widen behind the glasses. Just felt lips with sharp teeth pressed against their own. Body still shaking but it felt different. Yet, still feel like they would crash any second. Why are they being kissed? Why aren't they being pulled away? Heck, they actually began to mentally plead to not crash.

'Triton' pulled away and grinned up at them. Then blink in small confusion at the look. Or how their whole body was trembling. "Hey um you, okay? "

Moxxie return the kiss back.

"-We kissed a for a bit till he crashed. Then I just found a random motel for them to rest in instead of the closet. Left some money for making the drinks. Then I just left and went home. Haven't seen him since." Twirl their pen a bit. "Probably made myself forget on purpose."

"You actually return it back."

"Rattles I wasn't thinking. I just wasn't used to it. Heck, I was happy? Confused? To not lose it when I kiss someone. Even for those few minutes." Head lower down. "You sound irritated like I did something wrong?"

"I'm not- "

"Just stop. Your tail whipping crazily. You're gritting your teeth. Finally, you look ready to stab someone." Turn their chair and arms crossed. "So, tell me? What did I do wrong? Something you and many in this office have done before."

Striker was just really taken back by this attitude. Along with the look in their eyes. Wait and examine them.

"Well?"

"Nothing."

It was true. Moxxie did nothing wrong. Even if Striker wants to go after this 'Triton' or this buddy of Blitzo. If they are the same one or not. What right did he have to be annoyed? Moxxie was practically free, not seeing anyone. While they were dealing with their own issues and tracking down the ones who left him to die.

"You're right. You did nothing wrong." Chuckle to themselves. "Just being ridiculous. Were grown ass adults."

"Hmm no comment on that."

"There that attitude I miss."

Stare at the taller demon for a bit. "Rattles."

"What?"

"Can we. Um." Glance slightly away when Striker looks at him.

"Can we um what? Forget this talk? Going to be a bit hard but hey I can keep this little secret of your first kiss. Not like it shameful. Even if it'll be fun to tease."

"Not that."

Send a confused look now. "Then what?"

"Can we...Hangout."

"Hangout?" Motion the room. "What this then?"

"Not like that you smart-ass. Know what never mind." Can't even believe they even asked.

"Hey, hey I'm messing with you. What do you mean then? Like back at my apartment? The shooting range- "Stop when it started to click.

No, way.

"The shooting range could be fine." Stare back down at the table. Just ignoring the papers even if they are trying to distract themselves.

Crumbs.

Crumbs.

Crumbs!

Did they actually really just ask Striker? No, what? Today, just a mess in general. Should have kept their mouth shut. But nope, it just got to be weird today. "Maybe next time- "

"Yes."

Stop.

What?

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." Stood up and stretch. "I'll find a good place for us. So, don't worry. We could Friday after work."

"This isn't a joke?" Lean back when Striker leans down to them.

"No. I will not joke about this kind of thing with you. I said yes." Tone serious as they stare down at those different eye colors. Lean back and hum. "Would have preferred the other way but I like this too. It shows me you actually thought about me."

Twitch at the smirk. "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?"

"Let's leave this dump."

"But the- "Watch Striker grab the paper work.

"Knowing our dear boss. He'll only glance and see it good. Plus, you're done." Striker straightens the paper work. "I'll put it up on their desk. I'll meet you at the door to lock up."

Stare at them as they walk out of the meeting room. Still, a bit stunning. Striker actually said yes. They actually asked Striker.

They are either in a dream or a cruel nightmare. Either way like the slight hope.

Got up and got out of the meeting room. Wait at the front door. See Striker came out of Blitzo office and walk on over.

"Alright let's head off Critter."

The pair left, locked up and took the elevator. Just talking like nothing just happened. Even as they walk out the elevator, building and back into the outside world of Imp City. Just decided to walk back to the apartment as it didn't bother them.

"Rattles?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks."

Glance down at the shorter imp and let out a hum. "How about you thank me after I give a you a great 'hangout' night."

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

"I'm the jerk who said yes."

"Gosh darn it."

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Done!

It happens every one! Someone finally asked the other out.

What you all think with Moxxie little flashback moment with Chaz? Triton?

Does Chaz actually remember at all or just forget that night years ago?

Striker a little shock Moxxie asked first but can't complain. They were waiting to asked Moxxie.

Any questions?

Until next time.

Bye, bye!