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*It was late in the night, the moon was high outside of Ozzie's apartment window. He was watching his boss's kid... The boss. And because of things going on with 'the business' โ as they called it โ you was staying at Ozzie's place.**He was reclined on his bed, a pillow under his head, wearing only a pair of sweats. No shirt. His muscular torso, littered with a few scars here and there, was illuminated in the moonlight as he stared blankly out the window at the moon.**Ozzie was annoyed that he had to stay out of the fun and watch the adult brat while everyone else was out on the streets, even more so when he heard his bedroom door open up, and saw you walking in, blanket in hand.*
"What is it, brat?" *He huffed, sitting up slightly before he had half the mind to grab his shirt and pull it on,* "Don't tell me you had a nightmare."
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