Daddy Thrax-An OJ RP (Chp 27)

*alarm goes of a 6am*

Thrax: *turns it off, getting out of bed before dressing in his work clothes, spaying the serum on and heads out the door to see his mother standing there* Glad you could come, mother.

Marie: *smiles* Anything for my family Thrax and *chuckles* knowing your father he’ll probably be coming here after he gets up.

Thrax: *chuckles and hand her the monitor* Ozzy’ still asleep and my work number’s by the phone just in case.

Marie: Alright then see you later Thrax. *hugs him*

Thrax: See you later mother. *heads off to the docks, waving*

Marie: *waves back then heads to the living room and begins to read for a while*

Ozzy: *starts to stir and wake, sitting up and wincing slightly, it's not as much but his bottom still hurts*

Marie: *ears twitch as she hears Ozzy movement and heads to the nursery*

Ozzy: *rubs his bottom a little and then rubs the sleep form his eyes, looking up, surprised to see Marie instead of Thrax*

Marie: *leans over the crib, smiling at him* Morning sweetie. *strokes his face gently*

Ozzy: Morning. What are you doing here Grams?

Marie: You father called me and asked me to keep an eye on you while he's at work. *lifts him up*

Ozzy: *softly* Oh...

Marie: *taps his nose* Don't worry baby. I'll take of you, okay? *coos*

Ozzy: he didn't come say bye?

Marie: *gently bounces him* I'm afraid he was in a rush sweetie and you were still asleep.

Ozzy: Oh...

Marie: Those guys at the docks are very demanding and your father tries everything he can to lighten the work hours he's given. *kisses him*

Ozzy: *nods and hugs her a little*

Marie: Believe me sweetie, he doesn't like being away from you but it's beyond his control.

Ozzy: *nods* I know he hates it when I've gotta work too... *has a dangerous job*

Marie: *nods* That I can understand. *undresses him out of his nightwear and dresses him in his usual attire*

Ozzy: *sits in her lap though winces somewhat, reaching back and rubbing his rear*

Marie: *gently rubs his sore area* Poor thing.

Ozzy: He told you I take it?

Marie: *raises her brow slightly in confusion*

Ozzy: About the spanking.

Marie: *nods* You really pushed him to the brink that time. *shakes her head* Oh Ozzy when will you ever learn?

Ozzy: *cringes a little*

Marie: C'mon let's get you some breakfast. *carries him to the kitchen* How 'bout some cereal and toast, sweetie?

Ozzy: *nods* Yes ma'am.

Marie: *chuckles sitting him on the chair and makes his breakfast for him* There you are sweetie. *sets the bowl and plate down, tying his bib on and grabs some fruit for herself*

Ozzy: *starts to eat breakfast* I guess he's working the seven to three shift today.

Marie: *takes a bite of an apple* Probably longer. With them ya don't know how long they'll work your father. *takes another bite.*

Ozzy: They really put him through a lot... He works hard.

Marie: *nods, tossing the core into the bin* He needs to in order to provide for you, angel.

Ozzy: *nods* Hey Drix is supposed to come by today with my mail.

Marie: Of course, angle. *picks up his dishes and washes them before storing them away*

Ozzy: Hey... Grams?

Marie: Hmm?

Ozzy: *after a moment* Is it ok if I call you Grams?

Marie: *chuckles* It's fine sweetie.

Ozzy: *nods* Will you be here all day?

Marie: *nods* Just until your father gets home. *taps his nose*

Ozzy: *nods a little* Gramps didn't come with you?

Marie: *chuckles* He was still asleep when I left but knowing him he'll be coming.

Ozzy: He won't be mad you didn't wake him up will he?

Marie: *laughs* Vic sleeps like a rock even an earthquake wouldn't wake him.

Ozzy: *laughs*

Marie: *sniggers* So what do you wish to do today, sweetie?

Ozzy: Hm.. well I dunno.

Marie: *crosses her legs* Of course going out may mean that you'll have to use the serum.

Ozzy: Why?

Marie: *sighs* You and Thrax may not have noticed but while I was out in the city I heard a few cells whispering rumours and what-not about the two of you.

Ozzy: I dunno... hmm.. I do have work tomorrow.

Marie: You work very hard don't ya, sweetie? *ruffles his hair*

Ozzy: *nods* I haven't been getting in as much trouble as I used to.

Marie: *chuckles* And I think I know why.

Ozzy: Well... considering I don't want my dad to blister my butt...

Marie: *shakes her head* You really put your father through alot don't ya?

Ozzy: Heh.. *rubs the back of his head*

Marie: *smiles* But then that's the reason you're both so close to one another.

Ozzy: *smiles* He's pretty good at putting up with me.. *chuckles*

Marie: *chuckles* Well I did bring him up to keep his cool during certain situations.

Ozzy: Yeah... my bottom doesn't always keep cool though.. *chuckles and rubs his tush*

Marie: *chuckles, shaking her head* It's the only way you learn, little one. *strokes his cheek*

Ozzy: It's kinda nice though... I mean... my mom never really gave a rats a...er... piquet about me

Marie: *lays her hand on his shoulder* At least he shows that he cares for you, sweetie. *kisses his forehead*

Ozzy: *smiles and nods* Yeah. I do. I was so scared of him at first though.

Marie: I'm not surprised considering your first encounter with him.

Ozzy: When he first found me after he came back I was hurt bad... I woke up injured and hurt and he was the first thing I saw...and I broke down crying.

Marie: Oh Ozzy. *pulls him into a hug* It's alright now your safe. *rubs his back*

Ozzy: *hugs her tightly* I think if he hadn't come along... I would have died

Marie: *smiles, holding him close to her chest*

*loud banging on the door*

Marie: What the-? *looks out the peephole to see who’s there* Oh no.

*banging continues*

Ozzy: Who’s there?

Marie: Ozzy we have to get out of here now.

*door breaks off revealing the gang that had almost killed Ozzy*

Gang Leader: Well what do we have here?

Marie: *gasps*

Ozzy: Grams.. get out now.. *he's a little better prepared this time, after all they didn't sneak up on him in a dark ally way and he's a fair distance in front of him*

Gang Leader: Grams? Here boys check it out, the top cop in Frank tries to protect his sweet Gwandma. *laughs*

*gang laughs*

Marie: *growls angrily, her teeth becoming sharp fangs*

Ozzy: *narrows his eyes* You guys better get out.

Gang Leader: Oh we just came here to finish some business. *takes out an enzyme blaster and shoots Marie in the side*

Marie: *gasps in pain clutching her side*

Gang Leader: *smirks and aims at Ozzy’s chest* And now for you.

Marie: No *lunges at him knocking the blaster flying though it still hits Ozzy right through the leg*

Ozzy: *lets out a yelp of pain and goes for Thrax's room, limping badly on his hurt leg, but he's not hiding, right now he's in cop mode and he's going for his gun and his phone, intending to call Drix*

Marie: *dispite her wound pounces at the gang*

Gang Leader: Oh no ya don’t. *rams her against the wall*

Marie: *collapses to the ground, out cold*

Gang Leader: Now for the cop. *heads in the direction Ozzy went*

Ozzy: *pulls his gun and shoots at him the moment he sees him, already on his phone* Drix get your bubbly butt over here! I need backup!

Gang Leader:*dodges the blaster and shoots the gun and phone out of Ozzy's grip* I think not copper. *snaps his fingers and the rest of his gang appear* Finish him. *the gang pins Ozzy down, not holding back as they inflicted a beating ten times worse than before mainly aiming for his head*

Drix: *bursts in aiming his freeze cannon at them*

Gang Leader: *turns to him smirking * Ya too late pill. *laughs madly*

Drix: *freezes the lot of them in place and once they're secure he goes to Ozzy, picking up his head carefully* Ozzy...

*crash is heard as Vic appears at the scene*

Drix: *picks him up and lays the bloody and beaten cell on the bed* Ozzy... *opens his chest compartment, making sure one more time that the intruding muscle cells are neutralized before starting to give him first aid*

Vic: *spots Marie on the ground* MARIE! *cradles her in his arms* Oh my beloved what have they done to you?

Drix: *hears more voices, he has yet to meet Thrax's parents so* Who's there? *has his cannon out.

Vic: *looks up at Drix and hisses* Who are you? And where is my grandson?

Drix: Who are you? Were you with them? *he gestures toward the muscle cells* You're a virus...

Vic: *growls* Do you honestly think I'd hurt my own wife? *clutches Marie close*

Drix: ... are you related to Thrax? *lowering his weapon*

Vic: *growls* He's my son. *not daring to take his eyes off Drix* And how do you know of him?

Drix: He's my partner's adoptive father... *heads into the bedroom once more* Excuse me... *continues to tend to Ozzy, taking out a capsule of adrenaline and puts a tiny drop on the cell's tongue, he doesn't want to overload his system, but Ozzy's condition is critical and that tiny bit will help*

Vic: *carries Marie to the guest bedroom and sets her down on the bed* You're going to be alright Marie. *kisses her cheek then heads to the master bedroom*

Drix: come on Ozzy... *bandaging his wounds and stopping the bleeding, he's worried but he has no time to focus on anything but Ozzy's first aid*

Vic: *leans against the door frame* Need any help?

Drix: *turns and starts a little* Yes... please. Can you cauterize this? *gestures to the bandaged wound on his leg, it's slowing but it's still bleeding*

Vic Of course. *tenders to the wound on Ozzy's leg*

Ozzy: *his breathing begins to get a little less ragged*

Drix: *relieved breath* I think he's gonna be ok... Is your wife alright?

Vic: *sighs sadly gathering up some of the bandages* The wound in her side is pretty deep and it looks as though she suffered a hard blow to the head. *heads out to tend to Marie*

Drix: What are we going to do with them? *looks at the still frozen muscle cells*

Vic: *looks towards him* No one will notice they’re gone right? *smirks*

Drix: well... I don't know...

Vic: After they'll, what, send a few years in jail and then be realized.? *shakes his head* I can't have that not after what they did to my family. *strokes Marie's face*

Drix: well.. I don’t know that anyone will miss them.

Vic: *smirks* Good. *flicks out a set of razor sharp claws and goes to 'finish off' the intruders*

Drix: Oh my.... *however is well aware that this is viral justice and he's doing this to protect his family*

Vic: *raises his claws and slashes the frozen cells to rivens*

Drix: *meanwhile calls Thrax's workplace*

Thrax: *answers the call* Hello Sothern Frank Loading Bay how can I help you?

Drix: Thrax? I didn't think you'd answer the phone... You have to come home soon... Do you remember when Ozzy was beaten by those muscle cells some time back? They came to your home and found him.

Thrax: WHAT? Is he okay and what of my mother?

Drix: Your father seems to be tending her.. She wasn't hurt as badly... Ozzy lost a lot of cytoplasm though... He's stable now though...

Thrax: *let's out a stream of curse words in his own native tongue*

Drix: Oh my... You know.. um... I Understood those...

Thrax: I'm coming straight home. *hangs up the phone, rushes out the door* -I don't care if I get fired for this Ozzy and mother need me.- *bursts in and sees the house in shambles* -Oh Frank-

Drix: *is in the bedroom and coddling Ozzy*

Thrax: *dashes upstairs and throws open the bedroom door* Ozzy! *runs next to him, crying* Oh my poor baby boy.

Drix: *knows better than to interfere and gently hands over the cell to Thrax* I came as soon as he called me.

Thrax: *gently cradles Ozzy in his arms, holding him to his chest* I knew they'd be back I just knew it. *sobs uncontrollably*

Drix: *places a hand on his shoulder* They can't come back anymore...

Thrax: *looks at him through tear stained eyes* What?

Drix: Your father assured that...

Thrax: I'll thank him for that later. *looks down at Ozzy* My poor sweet baby. *kisses his forehead gently*

Drix: Thrax be very careful of his left lower leg.. it was shot badly.

Thrax: *nods* How’s my mother?

Drix: She's alright I think... She wasn't hurt as bad.

Thrax: *gets to his feet still holding Ozzy as he walks to the guest room to check his mother.* -Doesn't look like she got hurt very badly.- *seeing Marie with her head and lower torso wrapped up tight with Vic kneeling beside her then heads back to the bedroom, sitting back down on the bed*

Ozzy: *starts to groan*

Drix: *moves to clean up the mess*

Thrax: *gently rocks Ozzy to sooth him* It's okay baby daddy's here. *hugs him gently* Daddy will always be here.

Ozzy: *gasps in pain* Ah... owwwww.... *whimpers*

Thrax: Ssssshhhhhh. . . It's okay baby, it's okay.

Ozzy: *opens his eyes slightly only to shut them again against a migraine* ahh...

Thrax: *lays Ozzy on the bed then lays next to him* Rest now baby. *softly kisses him*

Ozzy: *reaches for him in his sleep and relaxes, taking in the familiar scent of his father and begins to tremble*

Thrax: *gently wraps his arms round Ozzy not wanting to disturb him*

Ozzy: *clings to him, trembling still and starting to cry*

Thrax: *strokes his face and begins humming a soft lullaby to him*

Ozzy: *seems calmed and his trembling and crying die down as he drifts off to sleep*

Drix: *cleans up the mess in silence*

Thrax: *gently carries Ozzy to the nursery and dresses him in a soft cotton sleeper and diaper before settling him down in his bed* -He'll probably be a lot worse than last time.- *gently strokes Ozzy's cheek, grabbing the monitor and turns out the light*

Drix: How is he? *cleancleanclean*

Thrax: He's asleep for now. *sighs* With the way things are I think it'll be best if my parents stay here just until mother's back on her feet and you Drix will have to come with an excuse for Ozzy.

Drix: That won't be a problem. Where is he?

Thrax: *points towards the nursery* In his bedroom.

Drix: Heh... you know he'll probably end up in your bed tonight.

Thrax: *laughs lightly* He probably will. *sighs* I don't how badly the blows to his head effected him. *wraps his arms round his own waist*

Drix: Well... Knowing him there isn't too much damage considering how thick his skull is... heh... anyway... would you like me to stay tonight?

Thrax: *nods* If you please Drix. Father and mother are taking the guest room, I'm sleeping in the nursery to keep an eye on Ozzy and you can take the master bedroom.

Drix: *nods* If you need anything please tell me.

Thrax: Of course, thank you.

Drix: *nods and continues to clean up the mess*

Marie: *stirs a little before waking*

Vic: *stirs as she does, having been sleeping lightly* Marie... Dearest? Are you alright?

Marie: *chuckles* Besides the pounding headache, I'm fine. *struggles to sit up but groans slightly because of her side* Maybe not.

Vic: easy now... rest. *strokes her hair*

Marie: *gently smiles at him but it turns into a frown * How’s Ozzy?

Vic: Drix is taking care of him

Thrax: *enters the room* Glad to see you're up mother. *sighs with relief*

Marie: *smiles towards him*

Vic: How's Ozzy doing?

Thrax: *shakes his head* He’s in bad shape. He suffered much trauma to his head and I don’t know how it’ll affect him.

Marie: *tears start brewing in her eyes* Thrax I’m so sorry, I should have protected him. *sobs heavily starting to feel dizzy*

Thrax: Mother you are no shape to worry and it wasn’t your fault. Never your fault.

Vic: Marie.. shhh... *holds her close to him* shhh... please.. it's alright

Marie: *her eyes become glazed* Should have protected him. Failed him.

Vic: Marie... darling... It wasn't your fault... Marie...

Marie: Couldn't protect him. Can't fail again. *faints*

Thrax: Mother. *rushes next to her*

Vic: Marie... *starts to rock her* She's overwhelmed..

Thrax: *places his head in his hand* I should have destroyed those, bastards when I had the chance and maybe this wouldn't have happened.

Vic: Enough Thrax... It wasn't your fault either.

Thrax: *looks up at him* Why not father? Mother’s in bad shape and Ozzy's barely hanging on because of me.

Vic: Because you can neither control the actions of others nor foresee these events.... Do NOT make me take you over my knee young man.

Thrax: *cringes* I'm sorry it's just I feel as though I'm reliving what happened to Eve and Rory.

Vic: *wraps his arm around him and holds his son close* Son... that wasn't your fault either... *strokes his hair* He is safe now... they can never come back...

Thrax: *nods* Thanks to you, father.

Vic: *hugs him tight*

Thrax: *hugs him back* Are you and mother okay staying here for a while?

Vic: *nods* of course.

Thrax: *nods* Both of you can stay here in the guest room.

Vic: *nods again and continues to lovingly hold both his child and his wife*

Thrax: *gently slips from Vic's grasp and heads out of the room*

Vic: *pats his back gently for a moment before tending to Marie*

Thrax: *walks into the nursery to check on Ozzy*

Ozzy: *is sound asleep still, his thumb in his mouth*

Thrax: *softly smiles, pulling the cover gently round Ozzy before walking back out*

Drix: How is he?

Thrax: Still asleep but mother is going to have quite a guilt trip for a while.

Drix: Oh my... *sighs softly* It wasn’t her fault.

Thrax: That's what father and I said but she can be hysterical sometimes.

Drix: *nods* Ozzy's quite lucky.

Thrax: *nods* Lucky enough to be alive but I don't what those blows he received to his head will do to him. Memory lose? Brain damage? Affect his speak impediment? Who knows. *sighs*

Drix: Hopefully not to bad...

Thrax: *quietly* Yeah hopefully.

Drix: *places his hand on his shoulder* Um... Well... Oh... *hugs*

Thrax: *places his hand on Drix arm* Thanks.

Drix: You looked like you needed it... I'm here for you guys ok?

Thrax: *nods* We appreciate it Drix.

Drix: It's no trouble.

Thrax: *chuckles lightly*

Drix: I've about got this mess cleaned up.

Thrax: *smiles* Thanks, they really tore the place apart.

Drix: *nods* I'll finish it up so you can focus on Ozzy.

*there's a soft whimper from the nursery that echoes in the monitor*

Thrax: Speaking of whom- *heads into the nursery and picks up the whimpering cell in his arms* What's wrong angel?

Ozzy: *crying* D-daddy... don't feel well...

Thrax: *sits down in the rocking-chair, cradling Ozzy* Don't worry baby, daddy'll take care of you. *gently rubs his back*

Ozzy: *sobs softly into his chest*

Drix: *fetches a blanket and brings it over but other than that he allows Thrax to handle this*

Thrax: Thanks. *takes the blanket and wraps it round Ozzy* You'll be better soon I promise you this my child. *he's almost on the brink of tears*

Drix: *gently strokes Thrax's face*

Thrax: *looks up at him before turning back to Ozzy, gently rocking the chair as he holds him close*

Ozzy: *sniffles*, clinging tightly, his body seems to feel warmer than it did earlier*

Thrax: *softly places his hand on Ozzy's forehead*

Ozzy: *is feverish*

Thrax: *pales at this* Oh no- *takes the blanket off and begins to unbutton the sleeper*

Drix: What's wrong?

Ozzy: *sniffles, clinging* No daddy... cold... *cuddles*

Thrax: *rebuttons the sleeper and lifts Ozzy cuddling him close* He's burning up with a fever but I can't expose him to cold air. *gets to his feet and starts pacing*

Drix: I'll get you something to give him... Er... though it's possible it might come back up if we give him something orally... I may have something in suppository form.

Thrax: *pales at the word suppository but swallows his unease* I guess as long as it helps Ozzy's get better.

Drix: Are you alright?

Thrax: Yeah. Have you got anything that'll help him Drix?

Drix: *nods and opens his chest compartment, revealing a myriad of different first aid items*

Thrax: *whistles* You've got everything there but the kitchen sink.

Drix: *chuckles* when we did some repairs in the kitchen last year I had that too... *removes a bottle with some little white pills in it*

Thrax: *rolls his eyes, taking the pill bottle* You sure these'll help him?

Drix: provided he can hold them down.

Thrax: Hopefully. *shacks out a pill and gently slips it into Ozzy's mouth while massaging his throat*

Ozzy: *turns his head a little and whimpers but he swallows*

Drix: *brings some water*

Thrax: *takes the glass. Thanks. *lightly presses it to Ozzy's lips* This'll help you baby, please drink up.

Ozzy: *drinks, thirsty*

Thrax: *allows Ozzy to finish setting the glass down before turning to Drix* Thank you for helping us Drix. *gently rubs Ozzy's back*

Ozzy: *clings to his shirt, continuing to cry softly, he's hurt, dazed and confused and the fever is messing with his pounding head*

Thrax: *notices this* Oh my poor baby. *gently nuzzles him while continuing to rock him*

Ozzy: *calls for Thrax softly even as he clings to his shirt*

Thrax: I'm here, baby. Daddy's here. *strokes Ozzy's face*

Ozzy: *sobs into his chest* Daddy... mommy yelled at me again... and she hit me...

Thrax: *holds him close, rubbing his back* She's not going to hurt you, not while I'm here. I promise to protect you, my baby. Always.

Ozzy: *sniffling, clings to him* Mommy hates me...

Thrax: How can anyone hate you angel? *gently strokes his face*

Ozzy: *sniffles* She says I'm a bad boy...

Thrax: *sits down in the rocker* No baby, you're not a bad boy. You're a very good boy. *holds Ozzy to his chest, gently rocking the chair*

Ozzy: *sniffles* Then why did mommy hit me... *clings* You love me don't you daddy?

Thrax: *shocked by the question, tears begin falling* I will always love you baby, no matter what. *hugs him tight*

Ozzy: *sniffles softly, his past memories mixing in with his current experiences, creating a jumble in his mind*

Drix: *frowns somewhat, his own eyes looking teary*

Thrax: *turns to him, tears flowing freely* Drix please, we need some time alone. *turns back to Ozzy*

Drix: *nods and leaves the room quietly*

Ozzy: *sobs softly into his chest, the unique smell that is Thrax however seeming to bring him some comfort, he remembers little of his biological father and so most of his 'father' experience comes from Thrax*

Thrax: *bites down on his lip, continuing to rock Ozzy gently*

Ozzy: *seems to calm after a little while, sucking his thumb*

Thrax: *sighs with relief, begins humming a lullaby to Ozzy to help sooth him*

Ozzy: *sniff* daddy... *cuddles*

Thrax: *whispers* I'm here baby, now and for ever. *continues to hum to Ozzy while rocking him gently*

Ozzy:*sniffles softly and continues to cling to him*

Thrax: *nuzzles him* -My poor little Ozzy.- *continues to rock him and hum softly to the sick cell*

Ozzy: *goes back to sleep, eyes closed*

Thrax: *quietly stands up and lays Ozzy back in the crib* Rest my angel. *kisses his forehead before sitting back down with his head in his hands*

Ozzy: *sucks his thumb as he sleeps, sniffling*

Thrax: *looks towards him, silently praying* -Please feel better soon, my son-

Vic: *comes out of the bedroom to get himself something to drink* You going to be alright son?

Thrax: *jumps slightly in surprise, turning to Vic* Yeah. *turns away biting his lip in worry.*

Vic: *touches his shoulder*

Thrax: I don't know what I'm going to do father. Every time I have some happiness in my life something or someone comes along and ruins it. *clenches his fists*

Vic: He's still here you know.. he's safe.

Thrax: *tears fall from his eyes, not daring to look up at Vic* For how long father? For how long? *places his head in his hands*

Vic: Thrax... son... look at me.

Thrax: *shakenly looks up at him*

Vic: *takes hold of both his shoulders* Son... this is no indication that he will come into such danger again... and those that sought to harm him.

Thrax: *nods*

Vic: *hugs him*

Thrax: *hugs him back* How's mother doing?

Vic: She's resting.

Thrax: *nods* So's Ozzy but he has a bit of a fever. *slightly turns his head to look at Ozzy*

Ozzy: *is still asleep in the crib where he was left*

Thrax: *sighs* Just hopes he pulls through.

Vic: I'm sure he will

Thrax: *gently smiles* *walks over to the crib, leaning on the side as he looks on at Ozzy*

Ozzy: *continues to sleep, his thumb still in his mouth as he clings to the blankets*

Thrax: *gently picks up Ozzy's teddy and sets it next to his sleeping son.*

Ozzy: *cuddles the bear and snores softly*

Thrax: *lifts the monitor up and gently slips out of the room for a drink* *pours himself a small glass of gin to calm his nerves*

Vic: *washes his glass and puts it in the sink*

Thrax: I don't usually drink only when my nerves are shot or if I'm under extreme stress. *sighs*

Vic: *nods* As do I on occasion.

Thrax: *sighs, turning to Vic* I just hope Drix will be able to convince the FPD that Ozzy is out sick for a while.

Vic: As do I.

Thrax: I probably be fired from my job after running out like that.

Vic: Hmph... wrongful termination..

Thrax: *sighs* Things haven't exactly been easy for me even after I found Ozzy.

Vic: I would imagine not....

Thrax: *leans on the back of his hands, lost in thought of the events that occurred*

Vic: *stands silently next to his son and places a hand on his shoulder*

Thrax: *shivers at the touch coming back to reality* Sorry, lost in thought for a moment. *sighs*

Vic: It's alright son. *rubs his back*

Thrax: *smiles at him before looking at the clock*

*it's starting to get late*:

Thrax: Maybe we should all turn in.

Vic: I agree.

Thrax: *gets to his feet, stretching his body* You remember the arrangements for the rooms right?

Vic: I remember.

Thrax: *nods* Help yourselves to whatever’s in the fridge in the morning. Goodnight. *leaves, heading up stairs*

Vic: goodnight.

Thrax: *yawns* Dammit what a day. *quietly enters the nursery and pulls out an army bed for himself before laying down to sleep*