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Chapter 14

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?"