Error wanted rest! Not be a Imp...Oh well (Discontinued read description.)

Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Here we go.

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, 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

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Dinner wasn't quiet.

Neither was cooking dinner, it was a bit hectic since everyone was doing something different. Along with talking about living arrangements.

"Moxxie not sleeping on the couch!" Millie slams her foot down and glared at her folks

"He doesn't need to sleep in the same room with you." Joe eyes narrow looking at Moxxie.

Moxxie not bothering looking at him while he cuts some vegetables.

"We live in the same apartment!"

"Separate rooms."

"Oh my gosh Pa I'm not a tot and not some virgin damsel in distress!"

"He is not staying in your room. Or Sallies."

"Don't you treat me like a teenage brat either!"

"I was going to sleep in the barn."

All the look Moxxie directions.

"What? No, Moxxie you're not sleeping in the barn!"

Moxxie shrugged. "No, one will have to worry about being quiet or not in the morning. I don't mind. I can hang out with Bombproof."

"There see no problem or complaints!"

He was telling the truth for his reason. Along with other little things. The no sleep issue. Didn't want to stay in the house either unless necessary. Plus, maybe avoiding someone else at the moment.

Dinner time arrived.

Talk and chattering around the dinner table. It was all them along with Millie and Sallie other siblings joining them. Everyone just enjoying a good time. Eating their food, exchanging stories of fights and kills, about the pain games, and loud jokes around.

Moxxie barely touched his food as he poked around it. Barely anyone acknowledged him. He was very fine with that. Would prefer all that thank you very much. But nope can still feel a pair of eyes glancing over him. He just ignored it.

He knows it was Striker. But don't care right now at the moment. Why should he? Not like he waited over the damn phone for some kind of call. Grip the fork slightly as he hears him talk and chatter with everyone around. He always knew how to talk to everyone around. Even with that smug tone of his.

Did find it a little weird how nice he was being around. Not crazy nice. Just usually a bit of a bite to his talk. Sure, the smugness was still there. Yet, not right either.

Then again many years passed so there are bound to be some changes.

He didn't feel hungry anymore and just wanted to leave. But push through.

Finally, it was over and helped clean up a bit. Then was with Millie as she handed him a blanket.

"You really don't have to do this Mox." Millie looked at him.

"It's fine Mil-Mil. Less complaining from your folks."

"It's not fair. I really do wish they give you a chance."