MiniFearling

Chapter 17 Thrax and Ozzy sat at the bar of the lobby’s restaurant, waiting to be seated. Ozzy looked over at the crowd of people in the restaurant, some of which clearly residents, and others visiting friends or just people passing through. “Hey, wait a minute!” Ozzy thought aloud. “Hmm?” Thrax mused, looking up from his phone to face Ozzy. “What’s wrong, baby?” “Why the heck would an apartment building have a restaurant? That’s a hotel thing, not an apartment thing! Why is this here?” Thrax chuckled. “This building has a lot of features and services most apartments don’t. Think about it, baby, what if there was a huge investigation going on in the city and guys like us couldn’t leave without getting caught. By having a restaurant indoors, we can still enjoy a high-end meal and drink. Makes everyone less stir-crazy, and keeps our secrets hidden.” “Huh,” Ozzy thought, “yeah, I guess that makes sense. What other stuff does the building offer?” “There’s the gym, indoor pool and hot

Chapter 16 “Alright, baby,” Thrax said as they got in the car, “what flavor you want?” Ozzy collapsed against the virus with a huff. “Blueberry banana.” “Heh, I pictured you more as a strawberry type, Jones.” Ozzy laughed. “Yeah, right! You only say that cause you want my tongue red like you!” Thrax rolled his eyes. “Of course you’d think that. I don’t care what flavor you want, so long as it ain’t cherry, baby.” “Hah!” Ozzy laughed, smacking Thrax’s arm. “Is that cause of Drix?!” Thrax growled. “I don’t wanna talk about it, Jones.” “Pfft, oh it so is.” The virus glowered at Ozzy in a way that said the conversation was ending there, before leaning over to press the button on the intercom. “Make a stop by Victor’s Cups on the way back to the apartment. Order a medium blueberry banana smoothie and a small black coffee.” “Of course, sir,” came the driver’s reply, before the car pulled away from the factory. Ozzy crossed his arms, still slouching up against the virus. “Yeah, of

Chapter 15 Ozzy let himself close his eyes, relaxing as Thrax quickly cleaned the smudges on the wall and carpet before he started making their drinks. In this moment, Ozzy felt totally at ease, something that did not come easily since the claws showed up. In this moment, he felt warm from the afterglow and that special kind of sated exhaustion that only comes from sex or a long run. Yeah, Ozzy thought, this is nice. I could stay in here like this all day. This moment of peace was brought to a close by a concerned hand cupping his cheek. “Jones? Ozzy, baby, look at me.” Ozzy was surprised to hear concern in Thrax’s voice. He opened his eyes and looked up in confusion at the worried virus. Thrax stroked Ozzy’s cheek with his thumb. “You alright, baby?” “Uh, yeah? Of course.” “But you look exhausted,” Thrax said, turning Ozzy’s face back and forth to inspect for anything out of the ordinary. Ozzy batted his hand away. “Well,” he laughed, “considering I was just railed within an