𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝟸𝟺 𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚜 [OffGun] (completed)

5. Fluffy Hairball

5. Fluffy Hairball

5th of December

„ Close that damn window, it's freezing cold." Gun whined trembling.

„ You could wear something warmer..." Off's eyes examined him from toe to the top of his head." Dressed like you came for a casting." He snorted, threw finished cigarette through the window and closed it.

" The road isn't your fucking trash bin you selfish overdeveloped brat" he thought but bit his tongue and just gave him a disapproval look. He was his P' after all.. Gun had to maintain polite whether he liked it or not.

The small guy fully wrapped his black thin fashionist coat and crossed his arms. How could he knew that the weather would drop so much?  It was almost snowing and they had to sit in that car in front of the building waiting for a miracle of Krist and Singto showing up together in an unambiguous situation.

They have already spent there more than 2 hours and unluckily Off's car air condition was broken which means nothing could warm him up in this situation. If there was anybody else from Babii company he would be probably now clinging onto them draining any temperature he could. But he was there with that old creep who wouldn't even blink an eye if he froze to death.

„ P'Off what do you do for Christmas?"

The tall immediately gave him whythefuckareyouaskingmethat look. Gun sighed annoyed, he was really cold and any activity for example talk could help to warm his almost frozen body. He even thought that a quarrel wouldn't be so bad but they still had work to do, so he decided to try not to begin any.

„ P'Off this awkward silence is killing me. Cooperate please." he massaged his temple trying to ignore his ugly reaction „ Are you spending it with P'Mook? The trip, family dinner, foreign vacations? Come on you can boast a little."

The small guy couldn't see a sudden change in Off's expression because he was intensively watching the parking lot and the building entrance. Gun didn't want to look like he cared if the older would continue the conversation or not.

Off kept in silence for a while thinking but decided to answer because he was also bored with their task already... and his phone was dead „ Family dinner." he spoke leaned on his elbow. "There is always much work to do so my grandma would surely kill me with her pan if I choose another country without them."

„ P' your grandma must be a lively lady. How does her cooking taste?"

Hearing the untypical question, Off rose his eyebrows and instantly smiled imagining the dishes.

„ I'm sure these are the tastes you've never tried in your life. Quite impossible to describe with words. Truthfully one of their kinds." he modulated his voice like he was speaking of something unique but also smirking and you could not really be sure if it was unique in a good way.

Gun got a bit curious and almost turned his head to look at Off but stopped his impulse by throwing another question.

„ I see...  And how many luckily chosen can taste them? You don't have any siblings, right P'?" he yawned and rubbed his eyes.

„ I have an older brother but also plenty of cousins so for Granny pleasure, there are always many people she can cook for. But for me, it's a bit pain in the ass to take care of all of the kids running and screaming around, to watch if anyone hasn't pushed the tree yet." Off snorted and frowned recalling in his mind something unpleasant. „ Last year they almost killed little Monica thanks to their crazy play."

Gun turned around with his eyes wide open „ The baby?!" he spoked concerned, already imagining a big tree falling down on the helpless child. Where were the parents?!

" Nah, Monica is a fourteen-years-old cat." the corners of his lips rose slightly seeing the small guy's worried expression, he thought it looked somehow... nice. Fastly Off moved his gaze to the window.

" Ah... Was it alright?"

„ Of course she was. That old fluffy hairball is made of steel. Her nails too. My aunt was outraged when she left marks on her beloved naughty brat after he had pulled my sweetie's tail." he spoke happily still looking at the building entrance.  " She can sense bad people right away, my smart girl." 

Gun was confused. Having a warm family Christmas didn't match the appearance of cold and mean man he was used to seeing. Having a cat, calling it sweetie while using tender voice when talking about, was well... not like Off. And that smile. He has never seen it before...

Has somebody swapped that man when he was staring at the building for a moment?

„ How about your Christmas, any interesting traditions?" the older guy was more used to interview people rather than being asked so many questions at once, his habit was showing even if he wasn't fully interested.

„ We don't have so many people at the dinner. It's just three of us: me, my younger sister and father." Gun didn't feel like telling about the rest of his family not contacting them for ages. It was quite a sad topic and certainly not good to share with people as emphatic as a potato „ Prim, my sister always asks me to make some handmade decorations and sing the Christmas songs while cooking gingerbreads which are for your information also one of their kinds."

„ Well I'm not surprised the chocolate ones are kick-ass."

Finally, their eyes met and in a second they burst in laughter. Then they continued the longest talk they've ever shared during over 3 years of knowing each other. As they were exchanging experiences more and more engaged, Gun was no longer feeling cold, instead, his cheeks were getting red as a result of laughter at next Off's stories. 

They simply forgot they hated each other and talked without any cutting remarks or unnecessary irony, slowly breaking the invisible wall between them which was there for years built by many misunderstandings.

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