You Look Lost

New Faces

Moxxie nibbles on a piece of meat on a stick drizzled in honey he was nearly purring at the taste, Striker was watching in amazement the speed Moxxie was devouring it was something else.

"I'm guessing he likes it"

The barmaid says with a smile looking to Striker who grins and nods in agreement.

"Looks like it Katy, thanks again for helping us out"

Striker hums and Katy shakes her head with a bright smile.

"No problem Striker your always welcome here however I'm curious about your little friend here"

Katy says coyly Moxxie wasn't paying the conversation due to him eating, Striker leans back in his seat linking his fingers together resting them on his stomach.

"Found him running about in the forest and now he is helping me with a run for Stolas"

Striker says simply as Moxxie finished his food wiping his hands with a napkin with a content smile.

"You going to re open the shop now you got more help?"

Katy asks looking hopeful and Striker sighs softly.

"I doubt it, you know Stolas feels about this place plus they need me on the road"

Striker says and Moxxie thinks for a moment and looks at Striker with interest.

"Maybe I could run it for Stolas?"

Moxxie asks and Striker shakes his head.

"As much as it's a nice idea Mox he would never allow it"

Striker says and Katy looked to Striker with pleading eyes.

"Could you at least ask him? It's not like it was then you know that Striker, Moxxie here can have his own place I would look out for him"

Katy says quickly Striker was scratching his chin he didn't like the idea of Moxxie being on his own here but he knew Stolas had talked about paying someone to run the shop. However finding the right person was difficult plus they needed to be trained in making the brews. Moxxie was ticking all the boxes in what they needed but Striker knew the only reason he didn't want Moxxie to run the shop was because he want to keep him by his side. Striker knew it was selfish but he had already grown rather attached to Moxxie unlike anyone he has ever known.

"If Moxxie wants to then I could talk to Stolas"

.-.

Moxxie was sat on the bed watching Striker who was also sat on the bed taking off his boots. Moxxie had noticed how quiet the snake had become since their dinner at the tavern and guessed it was to do with the idea of Moxxie moving out here.

"You don't want me to stay here, do you?"

Moxxie asks holding the blanket around his shoulders tightly seeing the snake stop for a moment before nodding.

"Yeh"

Striker utters pulling off one boot and places by the wall

"Why?"

Moxxie asks softly as Striker pulls off his other boot placing it by the other then rubs the back of his head.

"I want to be with you, if your here I can't stay... Not all the time my job is on the road but this shouldn't stop your choice Mox, I'm just being selfish"

Striker says softly looking that the floor broads beneath his feet, Mox crawls across the bed and kneels behind Striker to rest his arms on Striker's shoulders holding him. Striker closes his eyes feeling Moxxie lean on his back and soft kiss press against his cheek.

"I would miss you too"

Moxxie whispers making Striker smile opening his eyes his hand hold Moxxie's hands against his chest.

"I think I would like to try and make a home here"

Moxxie admits and Striker nods in understanding.

"When we get back we can talk to Stolas about it"

Striker says looking over his shoulder at Moxxie who nods before cupping the snakes face and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Moxxie leads Striker to lay back against the bed. Once he was layed back Moxxie sits on Striker's hips giving him another soft kiss Striker was seeing the appeal of coming back to a more firm home and Moxxie being there when he got back.

.-.

It was early morning and Striker had set off to get a few things Stolas wanted so Moxxie decided he would clean the shop section seeing as it was a little dusty and the windows needed a clean too. As he was pulling down the dust blankets his eye was met with a skinny male imp who jumps at seeing Moxxie. Moxxie waves and the imp smiles slightly waving back he walks the small pathway and opens to door to peak his head inside.

"I thought I saw someone in here.. your uh new here?"

The imp asks softly and was clearly nervous from how his eyes dart around and was holding his arms close to his chest, Moxxie smiles warmly not wanting to startle the Imp as he folds up the dust sheet.

"Yes I help Stolas and we might be reopening this shop"

Moxxie says softly and the imp nods quickly looking outside this is when Moxxie notices a small bruise on the collarbone of the imp.

"Aren't you afraid?"

The imp says quickly looking at Moxxie who nods.

"A little but I'll just have to stay on my toes"

Moxxie says and the imp nods quickly, Moxxie places down the sheet and offers his hand.

"My name is Moxxie"

Moxxie says softly the imp hesitated before stepping forward with a shaking hand taking Moxxie's in a soft grip.

"I'm uh Gris"

He says nervously Moxxie took in how skinny Gris was he seemed terrified for some reason. He noticed that Gris had dry hands clearly from hard work. Gris noticed Mox looking over his hands so he pulls away shoving his hand in his pockets.

"I uhh sorry I.."

Gris mumbles looking to the floor Moxxie thinks for a moment then smiles walking over his bag by the door and finds out a small pot he holds it out to Gris who looks at him.

"This will help your skin it stops the itching too"

Moxxie says softly Gris smiles and takes the pot but jumps at the sound of Bombproof coming to a stop outside the shop.

"T-hankyou... Moxxie"

Gris stutters before exiting the shop passing Striker quickly not looking him at all and just looks at the floor. Striker enters the shop looking back to Gris before looking Moxxie.

"Everything alright?"

Striker asks concern in his voice and Moxxie shakes his head.

"I don't know"

Moxxie ponders aloud, he was almost sure that Gris ment no harm but clearly there was something off about him.