Daddy Thrax-An OJ RP (Chp4)

Thrax: *wakes as the light shines through the gaps in the curtains and yawns* Morning already? *looks down at Ozzy, still sleeping, sucking his thumb* So cute. *strokes his hair*

Ozzy: *doesn't even seem to be aware he's doing it and responds to the light touch by cuddling*

Thrax: *smiles at the infantile cell* -I wish it could last- *notices a strong smell in the room*

Ozzy: *sleeps on, still sucking his thumb*

Thrax: *sniggers* -He doesn't even know what he's done? Boy is he going to be embarrassed- *sees Ozzy's diaper sagging at the back*

Ozzy: *stars to stir in his sleep*

Thrax: *gently shakes Ozzy* C'mon sweetie time to wake up.

Ozzy: mmph? *shifts and starts to wake* Hm?

Thrax: *smirks* Morning baby. *taps Ozzy on the nose*

Ozzy: *flinches a little and looks up at him* Mornin. *rubs his eyes*

Thrax: *chuckles* Looks like someone had a little accident last night. *removing the sheets from them*

Ozzy: Ugh... again...

Thrax: *nods* But you didn't wet yourself this time. *coos* Looks like my wittle Ozzy is becoming a baby.

Ozzy: Ugh.. *buries his face in the pillow* Shut uuuuuup....

Thrax: *cocks a brow smirking* Osmosis. . .

Ozzy: whaaat? *still hiding his face*

Thrax: *rolls eyes* Were you ever listening about what I said about that beating taking it's tole on your bladder and bowel?

Ozzy: Yeah...

Thrax: Well then now you know. *smirks evilly* If you don't cut that attitude you can just stay in that dirty diaper for the rest of the day.

Ozzy: *looks up at him* You wouldn't...

Thrax: *grins* I would. *pats the back of Ozzy's diaper* Believe me I would.

Ozzy: ...

Thrax: *gets up from the bed* Believe me baby you do not want to make daddy mad now do you?

Ozzy: *turns his face back to the pillow and shakes his head*

Thrax: *lifts Ozzy off the bed* Good boy. Now are you going to cut the attitude for daddy then?

Ozzy: *nods, looking down

Thrax: *smirks* That's what I thought. *lays Ozzy on the floor and untapes his diaper* Looks like I wasn't kidding about you baby.

Ozzy: I'm so looking forward to having control back.

Thrax: -If you get your control back- *sees the mess* You nothing but a poopie pants at the minute Ozzy. *tickles his foot*

Ozzy: Can I be dry now?

Thrax: You mean clean; I'll have to give you a bath before rediapering you. *lifts Ozzy up and carries him into the bathroom, turning on the water.*

Ozzy: *stays quiet as he's carried to the water*

Thrax: *checks the water's heat and sets Ozzy down in the water* You'll be clean in no time, baby. *pops a pacifier into Ozzy's mouth and begins to bath him* Ands don't you dare spit that out. *cleans him from head to toe*

Ozzy: * blinks* Wait... what’s it for? *pops it out*

Thrax: *gently slaps Ozzy on the thigh* I told you not to spit it out. *pops it back into Ozzy's mouth*

Ozzy: ... *looks annoyed but after a while starts to suck on it*

Thrax: *continues to wash Ozzy* -Oh yeah he is defiantly like my son alright-

Ozzy: *sits while he's washed down*

Thrax: *lifts Ozzy out a begins to dry him* Honestly baby why do you have to be so troublesome?

Ozzy: *shrugs and takes the pacifier out of his mouth so he can talk* Dunno... *pops it back in without realising he did it*

Thrax: *shakes head* C'mon baby let's get you dressed. *leading Ozzy into the bedroom, before he was diapered and had his white shirt pulled over his head* There all done.

Ozzy: *softly* thanks…

Thrax: *pats his diapered butt* Anytime baby, now you just wait here til daddy gets breakfast ready. *gets dressed and heads into the kitchen*

Ozzy: Yeah ok.

Thrax: -Looks like he's getting use to this- *makes coffee with bacon and eggs for himself and oatmeal and juice for Ozzy* -After this no one will take him from me-

Ozzy: *meanwhile lays back in the bed thinking how he can hardly remember when someone last cared about him this much, after his father left, never to be seen again, his relationship with his mother went downhill and he ended up leaving home pretty much the moment he was old enough*

Thrax: *walks back into the bedroom* Okay Ozzy breakfast time. *lifts Ozzy up and sets him in his chair, tying his bib round his neck*

Ozzy: Hey?

Thrax: *glares at him* Osmosis. . .

Ozzy: No it's not like that um. . . *looks aside*

Thrax: Well?

Ozzy: Look. . um... Thanks... *softly* For... for taking care of me... Nobody really gives a damn about me so... Yeah... *rubs his eyes, becoming suddenly teary*

Thrax: *smiles softy wiping Ozyy's tears away* You're welcome baby. *holds up Ozzy's breakfast* Here, eat up.

Ozzy: *looks at the food and then at Thrax and slips from the chair, moving form it to his lap, hugging him tightly around the neck*

Thrax: *sets the food down and wraps his arms round Ozzy's waist* I'll always be here for you baby. *gently bounces Ozzy on his lap*

Ozzy: *clings* Don't leave me… please... D-don't leave me...

Thrax: *hugs Ozzy closely, rocking him* /I'll be hear with you always and always/

Ozzy: *hugs him tightly* I didn't know you could sing…
Thrax: *still rocking him* You'd be surprised that my singing was the only thing that calmed my son. *softly* I'm sorry you lost him...

Thrax: *strokes his hair* And I'm sorry you had a rough childhood but now we have each other.

Ozzy: *hugs him though the tender moment seems interrupted by his stomach rather angrily protesting the lack of food being put into it*

Thrax: *chuckles* Let's get some food into you shall we. *picking the bowl back up and lifts the spoon to Ozzy* Eat up, baby.

Ozzy: *nods and starts to eat*

Thrax: *keeps feeding Ozzy the honey oatmeal, wipes Ozzy's mouth and gives him his bottle of juice before starting with his own*

Ozzy: *drinks it without as much complaint this time*

Thrax: *smiles at him* -Good, he's settling down- *finishes his breakfast, wipes his mouth with a napkin and sets his cutlery on the plate*

Ozzy: *kind of rests against him, but doesn't try to get up or go to sleep*

Thrax: *wraps his arms round him* -My little Ozzy, my child, my baby- *begins to hum softly*

Ozzy: *cuddles a little when he's hugged, seeming to feel better than he did earlier
this morning*

Thrax: *rubs Ozzy's back gently* My little boy. *begins to have a dream like look in his eyes*

Ozzy: *looks up at him*

Ozzy: *murmuring* You're warm…

Thrax: *smirks as he slips off his shirt allowing Ozzy to rest against his bare skin*

Ozzy: *shifts a little, head resting over Thrax's heart as he relaxes* You wanna watch TV or something?

Thrax: *snaps out of his dream-like state and shakes his head* How bout we go for a walk instead?

Ozzy: I dunno that I'm up to it yet... I mean I could barely make it to the bathroom on my own.

Thrax: *smirk* Why do you think I'm gonna carry you baby.

Ozzy: Won't I get heavy? *not remembering that Viruses are often stronger than they look and Thrax is already very powerful looking*

Thrax: *shakes head* To be honest you're far too light for a white blood-cell.

Ozzy: *shrugs* We don't weigh much. *of course Ozzy also tends to forget to eat*

Thrax: *rolls eyes* C'mon let's get ready then we can leave. *carries Ozzy in to their bedroom*

Ozzy: *hugs him around the shoulders as he's carried*

Thrax: *sets Ozzy on the bed* You're lucky that I'm able to sew Ozzy because your jacket and pants were damaged beyond repair. *searches through a folded pile of cell-sized clothes*

Ozzy: I got more at home. thanks though.

Thrax: *shakes head* Not at the minute you don't. *walks over carrying a blue cotton jacket and black baggy cotton trousers* You'll have to wear these for now.

Ozzy: most of my stuff looks pretty much the same anyway, minus some band shirts

Thrax: *dresses Ozzy in the jacket and trousers before slipping on his shoes* Now just one more thing. *goes over to the cabinet and takes out a spray bottle*

Ozzy: What's that for?

Thrax: This is a little something that'll make sure we don't draw suspicion to ourselves. *spays it on himself and then sprays Ozzy*

Ozzy: What is that stuff? *looks at it and of making a face when Thrax puts it on him*

Thrax: *puts the bottle back in the cabinet* It's a special concoction of mine that helps me walk amongst the people of this city without causing any panic. *lifts Ozzy up and carries him over to the mirror*

Ozzy: so what's it like pheromones? *tilts his head, interested*

Thrax: Not exactly. *looks in the mirror to see a red cell holding a white-blood cell baby* This is what it does.

Ozzy: ... You've got to be kidding...How the heck does it... Where the heck did you get that stuff?!

Thrax: *smirks* I told you I made it myself and trust me it wasn't easy to get the ingredients for it neither. It also took a while to make as well.

Ozzy: How come it makes me look like a baby?

Thrax: *chuckles* Because mentally that is what you are at the minute even though you don't think it. *shifts Ozzy onto his other hip*

Ozzy: And why does it make you look like a red blood cell? *sulks* And I’m not a baby. . *pout*

Thrax: *laughs lightly* My skin colour would be the reason for my appearance 'cept my eyes stay the same. *looks at Ozzy* Not a baby huh? Well you're acting like one.

Ozzy: Am not… *sticks his tongue out* So basically it's just a disguise for you and it has a weird effect on real cells?

Thrax: *rolls eyes* You could say that. *pats Ozzy on the butt* We better get going. *picks up a diaper bag and heads out the door* And no complaining out of you okay?

Ozzy: *sulkily* Okay...

Thrax: *smiles* Good boy. *walks down the street heading to the busier parts of Frank*