I Almost Said I Love You-Chapter 37

Ozzy slipped his hands into his pockets, heading inside with the virus, his eyes widening as he looked around. "Holy spit, this place is huge! And so... fancy!" he said, following absently.

Thrax: Best restaurant in all of Lung District, baby. C'mon, hv a seat * helped Oz to a seat before sitting dwn opposite him*

Ozzy was still mesmoried, he was never allowed in places like this. Sitting down, he tried not staring. "I bet it's expensive..."

Thrax: Not reli. Nothing a card cant pay *took the menu offered by the waiter* Go ahead, order anything u like, baby. Its on me *he knew there were ppl peeking at them, especially when they recognize the handsome, suave vaccine shot gentleman Thrax Roja, bt he ignored them. It was his time with Oz, n no one's gonna ruin it*

Ozzy blinked a few times, nodding slowly and took the menu, looking over the extravegant foods, his eyes widening as he saw the price of each of them. "Holy spit! I can't order from here, it's too much. This is like a weeks worth of food!"

Thrax: *rolled his eyes* Will u pls stop being such a worried wart n order? Dont worry, baby. Like I said, I'll cover it. Once we take the leap, we might not hv a chance to eat this hot no more, baby. C'mon *made his order n the wine to go with it*

Ozzy rubbed the back of his neck, chewing on his lip before he made his own order, finding the cheepest thing on the menu. "There, happy?" he said, pouting a little at him, ordering a milk to go with it.

Thrax: *raised a brow wen Oz ordered milk, telling the waiter to cancel the milk n bring a second glass for the wine, sending the waiter off before the cell could protest* Now I'm happy *smirks*

Ozzy blinked in surprise and frowned some. "Hey, I don't want wine!" he insisted, he didn't like alcoohol anymore.

Thrax: C'mon, baby. Live a little. *the wine came first a few moments* Just one glass, alright? Indulge me, n I'll let u order some other drink, 'sides *smirking* u do knw they dont exactly serve milk in fancy restaurants

Ozzy blinked and pouted a little, huffing some. "That's not fair... that's bad service..." he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Thrax: No, it's not. It's class. N classy restaurants dont just simply serve milk like some common cafe. Learn to live a little, baby

Ozzy pouted a little, looking to the wine set on the table. "I don't want to drink though..." he mumbled, looking up at the virus.

Thrax: *poured an amt for both of them* C'mon, baby, just one glass. Take it like a...good luck celebration before we take the leap

"Good luck celebration?" Ozzy mumbled, slowly picking up the glass and looking it over, sighing softly.

Thrax: Yeah, we're gonna need all the luck we can get to find a city safely aftr I'm done here *pushes the glass gently towards the cell* C'mon. Bottom's up *clinked glasses with him*

Ozzy blinked and sighed, giving up, siping the wine before placing the glass down. "I hope nothing goes wrong..."

Thrax: *sips his wine as well* Mmm, this is a nice year *puts dwn n plced his hand on the cell's* I had a rather fruitful day today

Ozzy blinked a few times, looking at his hands before looking up at the virus in confusion. "Huh? Oh, really? How come?"

Thrax: Well, we managed to chip off just a little bit of tht bloody aneurysm, almost gave Frank a stroke doing tht, bt at least with a bit off, he'll last a little longer, probably an extra mth or two, bt its better than nothing. We're working up a sweat trying to shape up the plc, n Colonic is going to make the announcement regarding Frank's situation sometime tomorrow

Ozzy nodded slowly and smiled some. "Seems someone's been hard at work... surprised you haven't blown your top yet. You know 'not being yourself' and all that." he muttered, sniggering a little before he took another sip of his drink.

Thrax: Oh, I had let out some steam. I was with the army barracks to chip the aneurysm off *grinned* It's a great stress-reliever n all

"Just as long as you don't bring it home, I'm fine with it. I doubt... I could handle your pent up stress..." Ozzy mumbled, his cheeks pinking up a little.

Thrax: Mmhmm, bt u cant deny u like it a lot, my little pent-up stress *grins, then made way for their order to be placed in front of them*

Ozzy blinked in surprise and flushed some, glaring at him. "I do not!" he huffed, blinking and sitting back when there food came, licking his lips. "Wow... looks good."

Thrax: Dig in, baby. It tastes better than it looks *started tucking in to the food*

Ozzy instantly began to eat, stuffing his face with the deliciously rich food. "Mmm~ So good~"

Thrax: Easy, baby. Dont wanna choke urself there *ate his food in his usual suave manner, knwing exactly how to behave in a fancy restaurant*

Ozzy blinked and stopped, licking his lips and glancing around, noticing people staring, making him flush before he calmed himself down.

Thrax: *gave the ppl who were staring a suave "Pls ignore us" smile before returning to eat* S'ok, baby. It's normal. I used to eat just like u wen I started out

"You mean when you where a baby?" Ozzy mumbled, pouting some before eating slower than normal, sipping his wine.

Thrax: No, wen I started out as a young virus going ard infecting bodies. I nvr reli got to eat rich foods, bt I learnt to salvage n work things to my advantage

Ozzy pouted a little and shuffled around. "It... just tastes so good... I'm used to take-aways, junk food... sugar... Mmm... I could go with some cake right about now..."

Thrax: U can order ur dessert once ur done with ur food, baby *poured another glass of wine for himself*

Ozzy stared, his eyes widening a little before he began to stuff his face once again, wanting a dessert.

Thrax: *rolled his eyes n shook his head as he continued eating, automatically pouring a bit for Oz, forgetting tht he promised him only a glass*

Ozzy absently sipped at the wine, not realising that he had been topped off. It wasn't long before he had finished his meal, burping before quickly covering his hand. "Uh... 'scuse me... ehe..." he mumbled, grinning sheepishly before looking around, getting to his feet. "I'll be right back... just going to the bathroom." he said, heading off to the bathroom.

Thrax: Alright, baby. It's all the way bk to ur right *continued on with his eating, then called in for the waiter to order a dessert for two*

Ozzy stretched as he soon found the bathroom, looking around with wide eyes. Even the bathrooms were fancy! Shaking his head, he moved over to the urinal and undid his pants, his mind drifting off.

Thrax: *sipped his wine while he waited, allowing the waiter to take away their plate to make room for the dessert*

Ozzy soon came back, wiping his hands on his pants before he sat down again. "Sorry I took so long... it was... distracting in there..."

Thrax: *smiled* Posh bathrooms tend to be a little distracting. Got ur dessert, baby *gestured to the cold ice-cream n warm chocolate fudge cake slices for two*

Ozzy blinked and looked over the cake, licking his lips before taking one and tucking in. "Mmm~" he moaned, an almost orgasmic look on his face. "It tastes so... so... good!" he moaned, eating more.

Thrax: *chuckles* Nice, innit? I hv a feeling ur gonna start developing a taste for fancy food *ate his dessert*

Ozzy blinked and pouted at him, lips covered in chocolate. "It's not my fault, you brought me here... Though maybe this should be the only time, so I don't get used to it."

Thrax: *shook his head n sighed* Look at u, u reli eat like a baby *reaches ovr to help him wipe the mess off* Maybe ur just not cut out for fancy food

"I'm not a fancy person, I'm from the slums, ya know? I think I'll stick to my fast food and take aways." Ozzy said, slowly licking his lips in an unconscious sulty way. "But damn this is good!" he said, finishing off his dessert, making sure to leave some. "For Ness, you know?"

Thrax: *sees the lip-licking n smirked a little* Yeah, sure. The cake maybe, bt not the ice-cream. It'll melt on the way. So, enjoyed the meal, ain't ya, baby?

Ozzy blinked and ate the ice cream. "There~" he said, grinning a little before blinking and nodding, grinning at him. "For sure!" he said, patting his stomach. "It's good~ I'm so full now. Time to get home and sleep it off~"

Thrax: *laughs* I swear ur sleeping habits r gonna be the death of u *sipped his wine, finishing it*

Ozzy sipped his own wine, giving a slight hiccup before he stuck his tongue out at him. "Well, what do you supposed I do? You'll probably want to go to bed, since you have an early day."

Thrax: Oh dont worry. I can get up just fine. Ur the one who sleeps like a log all the time, snoring ur head off

Ozzy pouted. "Only cause I've got nothing else to do, plus fighting with you is exhausting." he grumbled, stretching a little and finishing his wine.

Thrax: *leans his hand ovr to caress the cell's cheek* U hv no idea ur so beautiful, baby. One of the reasons why I love u so much

"Oh, don't get soppy on my now, Stupid Roja..." he mumbled, though his head leaned against that hand slightly as he looked up at him.

Thrax: I aint gettin' soppy on u, baby. I'm telling the truth. U knw I dont lie unless necessary * caress his cheek some more, nice n gentle, just the way he likes it*

Ozzy sighed, his eyes fluttering closed. "Mmm... maybe it's necessary to lie to me..." Ozzy mumbled, licking his lips.

Thrax: N why do u say tht, baby? * caressed the other cheek, gently passing the neck*

"Mmm... I don't know... can we go now... people are staring..." Ozzy mumbled, glancing around.

Thrax: Let them stare. It's none of their business *chuckles at Oz's reaction* Alright, baby. Let's go *led him out of the restaurant n called the driver, in which he came with the limo a few minutes later n opened the car door for them*

Hiccuping, Ozzy stumbled into he car, putting the cake he saved down. Slumping back, he stretched out, getting himself comfortable.

Thrax: *whispered to the driver to take them to the Tear Duct Bay before entering the car, then sat beside Oz, caressing him some more* I love ya, baby. U knw tht, right?

Ozzy purred softly, stretching out a little more before moving the hand down to his stomach. "Rub here... it feels nice and I'm too lazy to." he said, finding it soothed his bloated stomach before he leaned against the virus. sighing softly.

Thrax: *smirked n does so, rubbing the cell's stomach gently as the driver drove them to the destination*