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“Mox, what the f*ck are ya doing?!”
Blitzo stormed over to where Moxxie was hunched over his desk, where he'd been working on the company budget.
Blitzo remembered the smaller imp had been whinging about the ‘numbers not adding up’ or some bullsh*t. Blitzo had ignored him then, not really caring.
It wasn't his responsibility.
Just as his hand was hovering over Moxxie's shoulder, ready to shake that little f*cker awake and tell him to hurry up so they could go the f*ck home…
… he paused.
Moxxie's cheeks were flushed pink… and stained with tears.
The CEO's hand shook. Should he awaken his employee of the month, tell him to hurry the…
No, what the f*ck was he thinking? Moxxie was clearly f*cking exhausted, and presumably distressed, and, even if he liked being a f*cking prick to Mox, even he would only go so far…
Instead, his hand lowered itself - gently - onto his employee's shoulder, squeezing it affectionately before he quickly pulled away, as if he'd been burned.
In addition, because the office wasn't as warm in the evening, Blitzo shrugged his jacket off and draped it over Mox's slender frame like a blanket.
He decided to let Moxxie rest a little while; not that Mox wouldn't get any sleep at home, obviously, but he hadn't the heart to move Mox yet, and risk disturbing him. After all, from the time he'd spent spying on them, he learned that Mox was the lighter sleeper out of M&M
Crimson Knolastname more likely than not played a role in that.
Blitzo opened his phone and quickly typed out a text to Millie.
B: Me adm Mox tsill ere. Il bing hm ovver inn abit. X
He sent it.
Millie didn't take long to reply.
M: thanks, B. Is Mox OK? He ain't been himself much these last few days. He's been stressing over the budget and staying up late. See you boys soon xx
Satisfied, he made himself a cup of coffee, checked the book was still in the safe, and made some haphazard attempt to reorganise his paperwork, all the while listening to his sharpshooter’s soft snores.
…
Twenty minutes had passed by the time Blitzo chugged the dregs of his coffee, and he couldn't think of much else to do - Mox was always the one who stayed late to do sh*t.
Blitzo looked at Moxxie, who was now shaking at his desk.
‘Odd, I gave him my f*cking jacket…’
He ran across the office, on unusually soft feet, to Moxxie, hesitating when he actually approached his friend.
Did he wake him up?
No, f*ck it. He'd just pick him up, take him out to the f*cking van. If that little sh*t complained…
Pulling the chair back, Blitzo used a hand to scoop under Moxxie's thighs, the other cradled his back, and he hoisted Mox up so his head was nestling against Blitzo's neck.
“Hey sh*tbag,” he said mischievously. “Gonna take ya home to your hoe now, m'kay?”
He was surprised when he felt the sharpshooter relax against him, nuzzling his neck like a sleepy cat.
Blitzo let out an involuntary purr at that, but it was… nice.
He allowed a hand to snake up and ruffle Moxxie's hair affectionately as he began the walk out of his office and towards the elevator.
No way was he walking down the f*cking stairs carrying MoxMox!
Blitzo pressed the button for the ground floor, and heard the lift clank from somewhere above them.
Ah, f*ck - he really hoped this sh*tbox didn't get stuck again - there'd been too many instances of the staff getting stuck - like poor Loonie getting claustrophobic and ripping the door open after half an hour of having panic attacks.
Or Moxxie getting stuck for two hours whilst getting office lunches and how by the time he was freed by the f*cking Fire Brigade, all the food had to be microwaved to be semi-edible.
Blitzo shook hos head, and tapped his foot, still cradling a sleeping sharpshooter in his arms - like the big f*cking baby he was.
Blitzo's jacket was still draped over Mox's shoulders - but he decided he'll grab it back once he dropped Mox off and head for home. He wanted to see Loona and sleep, and unless Millie offered him their couch for the night he wasn't going back to M&M's place to annoy them tonight.
‘At last, that f*cking thing is here,’ thought Blitzo, as the elevator clunkered to a stop on their floor, the doors moving open like a grandma's embrace.
He stepped in and the elevator closed, enveloping him and Mox in total darkness.
Wonderful. The fact the lights were out in this thing was surely a good sign. Not.
