The Boot Shiner (Destiny OCs x Male Reader)

Chapter 5: Mortal's Last Comet

WE RESUME IN MOX'S POV

Shade: Mox... Mox Cuhn, it is time to wake up. Mox Cuhn, it is time to wake up. You wanted to be up at the instance of dawn, you must wake up.

Faint voices of my idiotic but loveable hunter is what makes me get up, NOT Shade, my ghost. I can hear their conversation through our paper-thin walls and my metal sliding door as I rise up.

Chase: I'm just saying, you hear THOSE people talk about their tripod BBC, BWC, BFC swinging around and knocking stuff over, but do people with those big wee-wees actually call it their own BFC?

Serenity: Chase... I am eating breakfast.

Chase: Right, but that's just it, they don't, it's a racist stereotype, isn't it? It was invented during a time where degenerates roamed the earth and used it to disrespect other races of humans. That's what we have now with the Eliksni here! I heard another hunter talk about a BEC...

Serenity: Can... Can we not talk about this anymore? I-I wish to eat in peace. I do not care about this... in the slightest...

Chase: I might need to ask Shaxx about this...

Serenity: I don't think you need to talk to Shaxx about the nature of his... male appendage... I-I don't think you should get lost in the thought of any male appendage... either... I thought you were more elegant than this...

I open my sliding door, wearing only a pajama's shorts and a sweater. My lower body was warm, and my upper body was freezing last night. The Light seems to choose how warm I get to be every night, and where it is warm...

Mox: I can hear both of you.

Both women stop the conversation and stare at me, watching me walk to the kitchen in our lovely quarters. They both wait for a response from me, an input to their conversation they should otherwise forget about.

Mox: How did this discussion start, hmmm?

Chase: After I read some of the books you've been reading.

Mox: Off of my bookshelf?

Chase: Yeah.

Mox: In... my room... while I was sleeping, I presume?

Chase: No, wait, I found them under the bed. You're a little fiend, Moxie, I love it! You are into absolutely anything and everything, even chopping limbs off, which is craaaazy. No secret is safe with-ACK!

As she's hanging upside down on the ceiling, by one of the hanging light fixtures that can somehow hold her weight, I grab ahold of her neck, staring her down.

Mox: Why must you be such a pest?!

Chase: Because, you're always in your room until we have to go out! I always wonder what you're thinking, what's going on, y'know?

Mox: So, you come in and look through research and data that I didn't want to share with someone as simple-minded as yourself?

Chase: Simple-minded? She's simple-minded, Mama-Bear Seri blamed you for not telling Y/N had el cancer de mal!

She points at Serenity like a tattling child, using her broken Spanish to help make her point more known, but there is a REASON... that I have not told either of them! I speak in a slightly higher, more disgruntled volume.

Serenity: I don't care about how we settled that dispute... Y-you are still to blame, Mox...

Mox: Do you both not remember?

Serenity: It was to keep us focused for when the Vanguard needed us, I got it...

Chase: Yes, "Y/N is going to die, and it's out of our control.", you ever think that most humans actually have cancer, it just isn't a disease most of the time? That was in one of your books that was still open on your nightstand.