A Love Inbetween Two Words

.~°Chapter Twelve°~.

"Ughh. ."

Ozzie groaned as he turned his head in his bed, trying his best to cover the bright light, which wasn't even bright since the Lust Ring was one of the darkest places in Hell, and tried not to see the light. 

But while he was doing that, something felt. . . off. 

A LOT off actually. 

It felt like someone had invited him for a sleepover and had slept on top of him, even though he knew he was sure that he didn't invite anyone to the penthouse. The other thing that had him off guard was strangely the snoring that was coming from someone in the room. 

Someone that was definitely not Asmodeus. 

When the slight snoring continued, he sleeping moved his head up and looked around on his bed, and to his surprise, he saw that there was no on there at all. But, just a he was about to sleep just a bit longer, he heard the snoring again, but this time it was under him. 

After that, the last placed he checked was under the covers after he saw a lump on his stomach, and he knew that he had a board chest, and not a belly in sight. 

When he did, Ozzie saw that the only other person who lived in the penthouse and has refused  offhandedly to sleep anywhere but the couch, now snuggled inside of his chest fluff. 

That to him was probably the most adorable thing he'd probably seen all day, and probably saw in all his time in Hell. 

Fizz was cutely snuggled in Ozzie's chest i his oversize hoodie, which was 10x his size, a nice and soft blanket that he always see Fizz have, and a plush that was wrapped around his arms and waist, and his head snuggled into it. 

Ozzie couldn't help but chuckle to himself, but tried to keep it as quiet as he possibly could to not disturb his sleep.

'He looks so cute while sleeping.' Ozzie thought to himself as a tiny amount of blush went into his face, before he quickly realized what he was doing and tried to wipe them away, but it only made it worse.

'Why am I thinking this!'

But before he could think or contemplate anything further, he felt movement on his chest fluff, and before he knew it again, heard groans that belonged to the only other person who lived and was in the room.

Fizz had woken up.

After a few more seconds of seeing Fizz tumble and turn in his sleep, he saw Fizz slowly open one of his eyes, and Ozzie was sure that he saw over twenty emotions go through that one eye alone.

That thought alone sent shivers down his back and felt uneasy to think about and say at the same time.

Finally though, Fizz's eye calmed down, and he looked up at Ozzie with both of his green eyes, before opening his mouth to speak.

But nothing came out.

The most that had came out was complete gibberish and barley any compatible sentences that was barley any sentences. Finally though, Fizz managed to get SOMETHING out of his mouth.

". . . Where am I?. .How did I get here?"

Ozzie had to think for a minute, since as far as he knew, Fizz had magically appeared in his bed and in his floof in the middle of nowhere last night, and he had zero clue of how and why, and HE was being asked the how and why questions?!

That was not about to happen.

"I should be asking you the same thing." He said after a long minute of silence. "You're the one who magically came into my room in the late dark of night."