Having that physical connection was a lifeline in what would otherwise be a particularly anxious situation. Ozzie was used to being left on the sidelines of conversations, usually a move he made by choice to get away from them as quickly as possible. Sometimes it happened because he didn’t know what to say and got pushed out or talked over.
Tuesday’s touch was a reminder that Ozzie was still being included, even if he didn’t want to actively participate.
Yeah, it was really nice.
Once they had their sugary iced coffees, they loaded the bags into the Beetle and then headed for home. This was the most time Ozzie had spent outside his house in a good while but as much fun as he’d had, he was ready to be home.
He needed comfy clothes and a comfy couch, stat.
As soon as they walked in, Ozzie headed to the kitchen to drop off the bags on the table and decided that changing his clothing could wait. He stumbled over to collapse on the couchwith a groan. “That was great. A total blast. Time to chill now.” He patted the cushion beside him. “Come sit.”
“Okay, chill, yes. But first, I am changing clothes, thank you.” Tuesday chuckled. “Be right back, baby.” He grabbed one of the bags and hurried off, tentacles waving behind him as he ran.
“Okay!” Ozzie watched him bounce away before he picked up the remote. He was thoroughly peopled out, and all he wanted was to chill, smoke, and cuddle with Tuesday.
Huh.
That was new.
Even as tired as he was from the drag of human interaction, he still wanted to be close to Tuesday.
He smiled softly as he flipped through the movies he owned trying to find something to watch, and paused onThe Fellowship of The Ring.
“Hey, Tuesday?” he called out. “Have you ever watchedLord of The Rings?”
“Huh?” Tuesday shouted back. “What’s that?”
“It’s only like the best movie series ever!” Ozzie gushed. “Do you like adventure and fantasy movies?”
“Uh, yes and yes?”
“Fuck yeah!” Ozzie bolted up, suddenly energized with the prospect of sharing his favorite franchise. He practically skipped into the kitchen to get his bong and pack the bowl so they could enjoy the full cinematic experience.
Tuesday popped in wearing the hot-pink tube top, fuzzy leopard-print pants, and a black fur wrap draped around his shoulders. He posed against the doorway, grinning. “Is this appropriate adventure and fantasy film viewing attire?”
Ozzie looked up and immediately barked out a delighted laugh. “You look amazing. Ready for the runway.”
Tuesday spun, laughing as he strutted over to smooch Ozzie’s cheek. “Thank you, baby. I will find a way to pay you back in filthy sexual favors.”
“You don’t have to pay me back for anything.” Ozzie smiled like a dope at the smooch, curling an arm around Tuesday’s slender waist. “How about we get high and watch a movie?”
“I would love to get high and watch a movie with you, baby.” Tuesday smiled, pressing against Ozzie’s chest. “Oh, and we should order snacks. We need more snacks. We should have grabbed more snacks.”
“We can order any snacks you want, babe.” Ozzie hugged Tuesday close, looking up at him to ask, “Do you have favorite snacks? I’ve never even asked!”
“I like sour stuff. The more sour, the better. And oh! Gummy things. Like, fruity and chewy things?” Tuesday grinned. “Got anything like that?”
“Uh, no. I’m more into the sweet than the sour.” Ozzie snorted, leading Tuesday back toward the couch. “We can order all that though. It can be here pretty quickly if we use DoorDash or something like that.”
“That’s who I’m supposed to work for, right?” Tuesday plopped onto the couch, waiting for Ozzie to sit so he could snuggle up against him.
“Yeah. Basically, they drive around and deliver food. You order on this app.” Ozzie grabbed his phone and opened up the app. “For candy and stuff, we can just have someone pick it up from a gas station or something.” He added sour gummy worms and other candies to the cart, throwing in some potato chips for himself. “What do you like to drink?”
“Fluids,” Tuesday purred. “Tasty, thick...fluids.”
“Fuckin’ hell.” Ozzie’s face heated up for the millionth time, and he could barely keep himself from falling off the couch. “I’m not… not going to even respond to that.”
“Any kind of soda is fine.” Tuesday giggled.
