Lava... emptiness... the fires of hell in an empty abyss... the green-clad lion may have been invulnerable but they certainly weren't painless: causing the two to wake up in a sweat. Everything seemed normal, and it mostly was, the two subconsciously agreed that their body was clearly very hungry and Zo in particular needed to leave fast, before Ametarasu and the rest of the rule makers would wake up. Oz disagreed at first but his hunger caused him to agree on this rebellious action. The two prepared as fast as they could for their meal as they dressed in another one of their identical dapper green suits. Once ready Oz began to examine his phone for options on the meal him and Zo would go out to eat:
"So... Zo, t-there's a problem..."
Zo then asked if Oz if he saw Ametarasu
"No not that! I mean that I can't decide where to go..."
Zo of course told Oz to just pick his favorite
"B-but I don't have a favorite! I-I... Al Thahr al-Asad!"
Oz's head was forced down, giving him a perfect opportunity to unbutton his shirt and slightly adjust his now much spikier mane. His head then rose as he began speaking:
"Ugh, damn bag boy-"
However he then noticed a place that could really get his other self's skin crawling: Dicks Last Resort, the name of the place combined with its very short description of 'we're payed to be assholes to you' gave Zo an idea Oz was sure not to forget
"you just gave me an idea!"
After walking out the door and locking it behind him Zo began excitedly running to the address he had found, fueled by nothing but spite.
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Fly Us To the Moon
FanfictionOne man destined to be among the stars, another destined never to reach them: two polar opposites... yet perhaps this can blossom into something more?
