Daddy Thrax-An OJ RP (Chp3)

Ozzy: *sleeps on, taking a rather decent nap before sitting up slowly he winces, his entire body aches and his bottom protests having his weight put on it.

Thrax: *looks at the clock* A few more minutes wouldn't hurt. *begins to wrap the gift* Besides don't want to wake him. *smiles*

Ozzy: *shifts a bit* Ugh... wet... *grumbles a little*

Thrax: *overhears Ozzy grumbling* Well what do you know. *chuckles a bit* He 'is' my baby boy after all.

Ozzy: *blushes a little* I guess so... *he shifts a little, moving to remove the wet thing.

Thrax: *gently swats his hand away* Now baby let me take care of that. *lifts Ozzy in to his arms* It's what I'm hear for after all.

Ozzy: *looks up at him but complies*

Thrax: *gently lays him on the floor* Just relax baby and you'll be dry in no time. *pats the front of Ozzy's diaper*

Ozzy: *looks up at him from the floor and nods a little*

Thrax: *untapes Ozzy's diaper* Well we are wet aren't we?

Ozzy: I don't even know when that happened

Thrax: *shakes head* It's alright baby it was an accident. *removes the wet diaper and throws it in the trash can* Now let's clean you up. *takes out a new one and slides it under Ozzy's butt then applied the oil and powder* Don't want you to get a rash. *fastens it in place* There all dry. *taps Ozzy on the nose.*

Ozzy: Heh I haven’t had a rash since... well since I needed these on a regular basis.

Thrax: *chuckles* Don't worry about it baby.

Ozzy: Heh… I used to get in trouble for wetting the bed...

Thrax: *gently rubs his tummy* It was an accident sweetie. You'll learn to control it.

Ozzy: *nods a little and rubs his neck* Well I promise I don't normally need... 'protection'...

Thrax: *taps his nose* It's alright sweetie. *lifts him to his feet* You hungry?

Ozzy: Well yeah. *hasn't really eaten much lately*

Thrax: Come on let's get some food in your belly. *leads him into the kitchen*

Ozzy: *goes with him with his help, wincing as he sits in one of the chairs*

Thrax: *ties a bib round Ozzy's neck* I know you don't like this but remember what I said about your stomach being unable to handle solid foods.

Ozzy: could I pass on the bib please... *grumbles grumpily*

Thrax: *chuckles* Trust me you'll need it. *heads over to the fridge and takes out a bowl*

Ozzy: For what?

Thrax: *carries a bowl filled with a strange yellow mush* You'll see. *dips the spoon into the mush and holding it to Ozzy's mouth*

Ozzy: *looks at the mush sceptically* What is that?

Thrax: Scramble eggs. I told you your stomach can't handle solid food. *holds the spoon the Ozzy lips* Come on baby, eat up.

Ozzy: Oh... *reaches for the spoon* c'mon can't I feed myself?

Thrax: *shrugs* You can try. *hands the spoon to Ozzy*

Ozzy: *takes the spoon and ends up dropping it then holds his wrist, having hurt it in the struggle earlier when he was beaten*

Thrax: *shakes head* Told you, you can't do it by yourself. *picks the spoon up and cleans it before scooping up another spoonful of eggs* Here baby.

Ozzy: *rubs his wrist and sulks a bit*

Thrax: *chuckles* Don't you like being treated this way baby? *coos* Are you angwy that you can't care for yoursewf?

Ozzy: I'm used to doing stuff for myself...

Thrax: *stirs the scrambled eggs* You whole life? with no one to care for you?

Ozzy: Well... Yeah when I was like... little but... then dad left and... well... *looks down*

Thrax: No need to be ashamed baby, but think of this as an opportunity for us both. Now c'mon you have to eat your dinner all up. *lifts the spoon out*

Ozzy: ... *hesitates but opens his mouth*

Thrax: Good boy. *places the food into Ozzy's mouth* I know it's not much but at least it'll fill your tummy.

Ozzy: *nods a little and eats*

Thrax: *smiles as he continues to feed Ozzy his dinner*

Ozzy: *eats all of it, wiping his mouth after removing the bib*

Thrax: *notices some scrambled egg still on Ozzy's face* Messy aren't ya? *takes out a tissue and wipes Ozzy's face with it*

Ozzy: Not usually.

Thrax: *pats Ozzy's head* All part of your state baby and I've got some juice for ya to wash down your din-din.

Ozzy: What kind?

Thrax: Orange okay with you?

Ozzy: Yeah sure that's fine.

Thrax: *fixes up a bottle of orange juice* Here ya go baby. *lifts Ozzy into his arms and slips the bottle between his lips*

Ozzy: *eyes widen for a moment... again with the bottle?! oh well, sighing he drinks from it*

Thrax: *carries Ozzy into the living room and sits down on the couch* -He's does really remind me of my son. Stubborn little thing-

Ozzy: *winces slightly, his body still in pain* Drix... he's gonna worry...

Thrax: *removes the bottle from Ozzy's mouth* If he was, wouldn't he and the rest of the FPD send out a search party looking for you?

Ozzy: Disappearing isn't an unusual thing for me sometimes... Chief won't be looking...Drix will though.

Thrax: If he comes lookin' for ya he'll just shoot first and ask questions later. *lifts Ozzy up with his head over his shoulder and pats his back*

Ozzy: *sighs softly and rests his head on Thrax's shoulder*

Thrax: *smiles* -Never thought I'd feel like this again- *gently rocks Ozzy and continues to rubbing his back*

Ozzy: *shifts positions a little and wraps his arms timidly around the virus' shoulders*

Thrax: *smiles softy and begins to sing*

Ozzy: *sniffles softly, hugging him a little tighter*

Thrax: *walks into the bedroom, looking at the clock* Still a bit early but we should go to bed. *sets Ozzy on before removing his own clothes and climbs in with him* Good night angel. *kisses Ozzy's forehead*

Ozzy: *softly* Goodnight.

Thrax: *smiles and turns out the light*

Ozzy: *closes his eyes, cuddles up, preparing to go to sleep*