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Moxxie has been living with Blitzø and loona since the jailbreak three weeks ago.

The poor little guy had no where to go, so even though they had absolutely no room, they made some room so that Moxxie could stay as long as he needed to. This just meant they put a mattress on the floor and gave him space in the Lennon closet.

However, three people in a one bedroom apartment? Of course there was going to be some fighting. Especially between the two younger ones.

All week it’s been non-stop arguing and name calling from them and it was driving Blitzø crazy!

“You’re so fucking annoying!” Moxxie shouts.

“Well, you’re fat and ugly!” Loona retorts.

“You mother fucking-“

“Why don’t you just go back to wherever you came from?” Loona asks. “Oh yeah, they probably don’t Fucking want you there, do they!”

“I-“ Moxxie was caught off guard…he couldn’t go back.

“What’s wrong, fatty? No retort?” Loona mocks.

“You’re such a jerk!” Moxxie insults.

“Wow, you really got me. I’m so hurt.” Loona rolls her eyes.

“You know what?!” Moxxie shouts. “Why don’t you just go back to your kennel?!”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Blitzø interrupts. “You two have been at each other’s throats all fucking week! You are both getting a time out! Moxxie to that corner, Loona to that one.” He points at two opposite sides of the apartment.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Loona says.

“We’re adults!” Moxxie says. “You can’t send us to time out.”

“Oh, adults? You’re adults? Pretty sure adults don’t act like this, Moxxie. And I’m pretty sure you’re living in my apartment rent free.” Blitzø says.

Moxxie shrinks, he had no rebuttal.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll let it go if you two apologize to each other now.” He says.

Neither one made an effort to face each other.

“No? Fine. Corners it is then, go!” Blitzø snaps.

Moxxie whines. “Sir-“

“No, if you’re going to act like children, I’m going to treat you like it.” Blitzø says. “I don’t mind you staying here, but we agreed that you’d follow my rules. Now take your punishment or I can think of something much worse.” He threatened.

“Yes, sir…” Moxxie pouts, going to his corner first.

Loona doesn’t move.

“I can change the wifi password.” Blitzø threatens.

Loona sighs. “You’re not even my real dad.” Loona mumbles as she goes to her corner.

“Real mature, Loona.” Blitzø comments. “That’ll show me.”

He gave them both twenty minutes in time out, figuring that would be enough time to make the message clear, but not too long as to drive them crazy. Plus Blitzø got a little peace and quiet.

When the timer went off he stood up and called for them. “Alright, you two can come out.” He says. “Come over here.”

Both were compliant, standing in front of Blitzø, both of them looked remorseful and embarrassed at their actions. “You two ready to apologize to each other?” Blitzø asks.

The two of them looked away from each other.

“Do you need ten more minutes in the corner?” Blitzø asks.

“No, sir. I’m sorry, Loona.” Moxxie caved, tears started to fall down his face.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too.” Loona says.

Tears pour down Moxxie’s face a lot faster, Moxxie couldn’t stop them.

“Mox?” Blitzø asks.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Moxxie cries, he can’t seem to calm himself down! He looks like such a whimp, Blitzø will hate him for sure.

“Hey, it’s okay. Calm down, kid.” He says gently to Moxxie.

When he doesn’t, he catches loona rolling her eyes in annoyance. “Loona, go to your room for a few minutes please?” Blitzø asks. “I need to have a talk with Moxxie.”

Loona sighs. “Fine.” She goes to her room and slams the door.

Blitzø sits on the couch while holding Moxxie’s hands. He looks up at the smaller Imp. “Hey, it’s okay. Calm down, bub. Everything is fine.”

“I can’t- I’m sorry sir! I know I disappointed you. Please don’t kick me out! I can’t go back, I’ll-“

“Hey hey hey, no, what? Mox, I’m not mad at you! And I’m not kicking you out either. Just- calm down. It’s alright.” He says.

Moxxie’s breathing slowed a bit so Blitzø kept talking: “look, I’m sorry if I was too strict, I just couldn’t stand you two fighting anymore. I thought this might motivate you to stop.” Blitzø explains.

“You- you’re really not mad?” Moxxie asks.

“Of course not, Moxxie. You think I don’t know how hard she is to live with? Trust me I do. But that doesn’t mean you get to act like a child and fight with her about every little thing. Also both of you were getting into personal territory, the occasional argument is fine, but she is not your enemy, got that?” Blitzø asks.

Moxxie nods. “Yes, Sir.”

“Come here.” Blitzø says edging him to move on his lap.

Moxxie flinches but complies as he sits down, but Blitzø doesn’t hurt him like he had expected, the imp instead wrapped his arms around him.

Moxxie was surprised. “Sir?”

“You looked like you needed a hug.” He says.

Moxxie returns the hug, loving the contact. He snuggled up close to Blitzø, hiding in the older imp’s neck, finding himself wanting to get as close to Blitzø as possible.

Blitzø combed his claws through Moxxie’s hair gently as the imp cries. “Shh, it’s okay.” He says. “You’re alright, Moxxie, I got you.” He promised.

“I really am sorry, sir.”

“I know, Mox. Everything’s gonna be okay. Things didn’t go too far, and you both apologized, you’re good now. You’re all forgiven.

Later Blitzø also had a talk with loona that ended in a much shorter hug…eh, it was progress.

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Blitzø knocks on the door softly. “Loonie?”

Loona sighs. “What? Do you want?” She asks.

“I just want to talk, Loona. Can I come in please?” He asks.

“If you must.” She mumbles loud enough for him to hear.

“Where’s fatty?” She asks.

“He’s asleep.” Blitzø says. “You know, it wouldn’t kill ya to be nicer to him.”

“It might.” She mumbles.

“Loona.” Blitzø scolds.

“Why does he even have to be here at all!?” Loona asks. “He’s a grown ass adult.”

“Last time I checked you’re an adult too. Jobs are hard to come by, and he’s not even that much older than you are. So, explain to me what the difference is?” Blitzø asks.

Loona doesn’t answer that.

“I think you two have more in common than you think. Maybe instead of fighting each other every time you’re feeling annoyed, try having some compassion. You both have been through a lot.” Blitzø explains.

Loona sighs. “Fine.”

“I’m sorry I was strict with you two today, but I felt both of you went too far.” Blitzø explains. “I’m not going to stand by and watch my daughter be treated like that- or treat someone else like that. Understand?”

Loona nods. “I guess…”

“Good. I know it’s hard for you, alright? I do. I may not know all of it, but I will say this much: you don’t have to fight for scraps while you’re here, alright? We work together as a family from now on.” Blitzø explains. “Alright?”

Loona wiped her eyes, trying to be subtle about it, but Blitzø noticed. “Can I have a hug, Loonie?” He asks.

Loona didn’t answer.

“Come on, Loona. I think we both need this to feel better.” Blitzø says.

Loona sighs. “Fine.”

Blitzø and Loona give each other a hug, it was a helluva lot shorter than the one with Moxxie, but it still helped.

“I am really proud of you, Loonie.” He says, petting her soft fur. “You’ve made a lot of progress since you’ve been here. You really are doing great, kid.” He says.

“Thanks…Blitzø.” She says.

“Takeout tonight?” Blitzø suggests.

“Zozo’s?” She asks, suggesting her current favorite restaurant.

“Whatever you want.” Blitzø says. “I think you both deserve a treat tonight.”

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Moxxie really fucked up today.

“Sir?…”

Blitzø sighs, not answering Moxxie.

“Sir, I- I’m sorry! I know I messed up, I know you’re probably mad and I understand if you want to kick me out, I just-“

“Kick you out? Moxxie I wouldn’t do that, I don’t care what you did.” Blitzø says, not unkindly.

“R-really?” Moxxie asks.

“Really, Mox. Just because I’m mad, doesn’t mean I suddenly stopped caring. I’m not an abusive monster.” Blitzø says. He sounds more annoyed that Moxxie would suggest something like that, not quite as sympathetic or soft as he usual is when Moxxie felt insecure.

“You’re mad?” Moxxie asks.

Blitzø huffed. “Yeah, a little.”

“Is there something I can do to help you not be?” Moxxie asks.

“I’ll get over it, just go inside, okay?” Blitzø asks, his voice sounding a lot gentler.

Moxxie’s head drops. “Yes, sir.”

Moxxie walked inside, feeling a horrible stabbing pain in his chest from the guilt.

He felt awful, how could he mess up this badly, why did he?

He went to the bathroom, first thinking to just wash his face and calm down a little… but then he saw the razor blade.

He’d been doing so good to not cut himself. He hadn’t even thought about it in months…

But, now that the thought was there, it seemed unavoidable…

Like he had to now.

As a kid, Moxxie self harmed. It started when he was 15, and since he’d been trying to stop, but to no avail.

On and off.

Relapse after relapse.

He’d tried to get the hang of it, he really did try!

But, it helped… and that’s the worst part.

The pain gave him release,

The blood made him relax,

The calming effect after the cuts was blissful. And he felt better.

Moxxie grabbed the razor and cut himself five times on his arm.

It’s his body, who honestly cares if he cut it up?

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Moxxie dropped the razor on the floor.

That stupid lock never seems to work!

He’s met with Blitzø’s eyes, while Blitzø was staring at the blood on his arm. “Sir, I can-“

Blitzø was trying to check on the small Imp to make sure he was okay…but then saw the marks he had made.
Now he was filled with anger, and honestly maybe a little guilty.

“Moxxie- how? The- Fucking- get in the car!” Blitzø commands him, stepping out of the bathroom so Moxxie could leave.

Moxxie’s heart pounds in his chest, this was supposed to help, not make it worse! “Sir-“

“Now!” Blitzø orders.

Moxxie does as he’s told, walking out to the car and sitting in the passenger’s seat.

“I can’t leave him alone for five fucking seconds.” Blitzø mumbles, grabbing the razor and throwing it away, then cleaning up the blood on the floor.

“What happened?” Loona asks, hearing the commotion, she walked outside the bedroom. “Is everything okay?”

Blitzø rinsed off the washcloth in the sink fast, not wanting Moxxie to have to wait too long. “Yes- sweetie, just…” he takes a deep breath, and then sets the cloth aside. “I just need to have a chat with Moxxie, go ahead and order some food, we’ll be back soon.” He says.

“Okay…” Loona says, a bit worried about them, she could smell blood, something was obviously wrong,but she decided to just stay out of it.

“Love you, sweetie.” He says to her before walking outside and to the van.

Moxxie flinches when Blitzø gets into the drivers seat, Moxxie didn’t expect him to say anything, he expected Blitzø to be like his father.

When Crimson was mad, he’d hit Moxxie until he bled or was bruised up, then he’d stop talking to him for a few days, maybe even weeks. He wouldn’t talk unless it was giving Moxxie orders or criticizing him.

Sometimes Moxxie made him mad on purpose, just so his father would talk to him.

But, Blitzø didn’t start the car, he gripped the wheel tightly and took a a few deep breaths before looking over at Moxxie. “How bad is it?” He asks gently.

“What?” Moxxie asks.

“Your arm, Mox. Let me see it.” He says. His voice remained calm.

He didn’t sound mad anymore, he sounded worried. So, Moxxie gives him his arm.

Blitzø hummed, taking a good look at the slashes in the younger imp’s arm. “Is this it?” He asks, making sure this was all he did.

Moxxie nods.

Blitzø sighs, letting his arm go. “Why, Moxxie?” He asks.

“Because you were mad…and- then you said you still cared about me. I disappointed you! I messed everything up.” Moxxie says.

“You didn’t mess everything up, you made a mistake! Granted, it was stupid and it did piss me off, but that doesn’t mean you get to cut up your arm like fucking Beef tenderloin!

“I deserved a punishment for what I did, sir.” Moxxie says.

“A pun-“ Blitzø stops himself from yelling and takes a deep breath again. “Mox, that’s not discipline, that’s destructive and cruel.” Blitzø puts on his seatbelt and starts the car. “Put on your seatbelt.”

Moxxie does as he’s told. “But, I deserved it!” Moxxie says.

“No, you didn't!” Blitzø argues.

“I deserve something!” Moxxie shouts.

Blitzø hesitates on that one. “…Maybe, but that doesn’t give you a right to hurt yourself, or let someone else hurt you for that matter! You deserve better than that, Moxxie!” Blitzø says.

“With all due respect, sir. It’s none of your business.” Moxxie says.

“Actually, you’re staying in my apartment, I don’t like seeing my houseguests hurt themselves.”

Moxxie rolls his eyes. “It’s my body! Why do you even care?”

“Because I do, alright? I don’t like the idea of seeing you hurt, or worse. I don’t care what’s going on between us, if you feel the need to do that, come to me and I’ll help you.” Blitzø says.

“I suppose you have a better idea then?” Moxxie asks, arms crossed.

“Well, actually-“ Blitzø parks the car in the parking spot of I.M.P.

“What are we doing here, sir?” Moxxie asks.

“I have a first aid kit inside, I’m going to patch you up.”

“No, sir. Please? I deserve the pain!” Moxxie says. “Just let it be.”

“No. The fuck- you don’t!” Blitzø shouts.

“But, I do! If I’m not hurting, I can’t live with myself or what I did! The pain…helps.” He says.

“What kind of sick people did you used to hang out with, kid?” Blitzø asks gently.

Moxxie looks down.

“On second thought, don’t tell me.” He says. “I don’t want to know. Just get inside, I might have an idea on how to help you.”

Moxxie listens, unbuckling his seatbelt and following Blitzø inside.

Blitzø unlocks the door and turns on the light, Moxxie following him inside. Blitzø points to his office.

Moxxie obeys, walking into Blitzø’s office, with the boss following after him.

Blitzø grabs the first aid kit. “Moxxie, sit.” He instructs.

Moxxie does, but he’s slightly embarrassed that Blitzø instructed him like one would a dog.

“Let me see it.” Blitzø says.

Moxxie sighs, but gives him his arm reluctantly. “It’s already done, why not just leave it alone?” Moxxie asks.

“You can get an infection, the blade could have been dirty-“

“I work with knives all the time, I know what I’m doing- ow!” Moxxie screams as Blitzø sprayed disinfectant on the cuts.

“I don’t care, even the most professionalist chefs have accidentally cut themselves too deep, I’m not going to let that happen. You’re forbidden from doing this to yourself!” Blitzø scolds.

Blitzø finished by putting on some bandages. “You understand me?” Blitzø asks.

Moxxie nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

“Blitzø-“

Blitzø turns to him.

“I’m sorry.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø sighs. “I know… it’s okay. I’m going to help you through this, alright?”

“How?” Moxxie asks.

Blitzø hesitates for a moment. “Well…you know how you feel like you deserve to be punished?” Blitzø asks.

Moxxie nods.

“Even though I don’t think you deserved a punishment tonight, what if you let me punish you instead?” Blitzø asks.

Moxxie tilts his head. “Punish me how?”

“I don’t know, depending on how bad it is, I could put you in a time out like last week, I could spank you, wash your mouth out with safe to consume soap, I don’t know, I think I can be more creative than that…” Blitzø says.

“You want to spank me?” Moxxie says.

“No, I want you to stop being so hard on yourself, and you seem so stuck in this idea that you need to be punished. At least if I do it, I can make sure you’re not really hurt, but you get the reminder you need.” Blitzø says.

Moxxie thinks about it. “I don’t know…”

“You don’t have to say yes, if you say no, I won’t bring it up again. I’m just brainstorming here.” Blitzø says.

Moxxie thought more: On one hand, it sounded incredibly embarrassing! But he didn’t want to relapse again. He didn’t want to cut himself.

This may help, with the guilt and shame and the need he has for proper structure. He’d love if the rules made sense for once!

“I promise I won’t take it too far.” Blitzø says. “I do NOT want to hurt you.”

Moxxie did trust Blitzø, he wanted him to be in control. He’s kind of annoyed and an egotistical asshole, but he is a better father than crimson. “Okay.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø tilts his head. “You sure you want to decide this now? You can take your time.” Blitzø asks.

“No, I trust you, and I need the structure.” Moxxie says. “I have control issues, and…and a lot of other issues I should probably work through. I think it would be good to know someone is looking out for me…like you did before with Loona. It felt…okay.”

Blitzø nods. “Alright. But, while you’re giving me control over this, you can stop me whenever you need to. I want you to tell me if you don’t need it or want me to stop. I don’t want to hurt you, I only want to help.” Blitzø says.

“Understood.” Moxxie says. “Thank you, Sir.”

Blitzø nods. “Okay. Now how do you feel about discussing the cutting issue now?” Blitzø asks.

Moxxie nods. “Okay.”

“I don’t want you to cut yourself, Mox. It’s dangerous and cruel. If I ever see you doing it again, you will be over my knee.” He scolds.

“Will you punish me now, sir?” Moxxie asks.

Blitzø wasn’t going to, but he’s wondering if Moxxie was worried or genuinely asking. “Do you need me to right now?” Blitzø asks.

“I-I think I need it.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø nods. “Alright, then I will. Let’s get you in position.” He says, grabbing Moxxie’s wrist and making him stand up, he then sits down on the chair and has Moxxie lay across his lap.

Moxxie is already starting to squirm, he might be regretting his decision. This is starting to worry him.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” Blitzø promised. “Well, this will probably sting for a while, but I promise I won’t go too far.”

Moxxie nods. “Okay…sir?” Moxxie asks.

“Yeah?”

“Will you stop if I ask you to?” Moxxie asks.

Blitzø answers. “Yes, are you asking me to stop?”

Moxxie shakes his head. “No, I just needed to hear it again.”

“If you need me to stop, I want you to say ‘red’ alright?”

“Why?” Moxxie asks.

“Just so we’re on the same page.” Blitzø says.

“Okay.” Moxxie agrees.

“Now, I’m not going to be so nice while I’m punishing you. This does not mean I hate you or care about you any less, it just means you’re in trouble, but you won’t be forever. Once it’s done, it’s done.” Blitzø says.

“Understood, sir.” Moxxie says.

“Alright…” Blitzø takes a moment to get into the mindset before raising his hand and hitting Moxxie’s rear.

Moxxie recoils, not really expecting it to hurt that much.

Blitzø didn’t make him pull down his pants or anything, so this meant that Blitzø had to be a lot stronger than him for it to hurt this bad over his pants.

Blitzø lays down another smack which then he starts to lay a steady pace.

Moxxie flinches at every one, but he’s been hurt far worse before.

“Moxxie, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed in you. We already discussed it, but I’m going to say again that you are NOT allowed to cut yourself anymore. I also don’t want to hear you talk negatively about yourself either. No self harm! Emotionally or physically, is that understood?”

“Sir, I hardly think that saying n-negative things about myself is the same thing.” Moxxie argues, still jumping at every swat.

“Well, I say it is.” Blitzø says. “You’ve given me this responsibility, so I’m going to decide if it’s the same thing.” Blitzø spanks him a little harder. “While you live under my roof, and I’m responsible for you, you will follow my rules, is that understood?” He asks.

“Yes, sir.” Moxxie says, tears starting to fall down his face.

“People care about you, Mox. Wether you want believe it or not.” Blitzø says, “I may not have known you very long, but if something happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.” He says, continuing to spank him in the same heavy and controlled pace. He’s going easier on him, not wanting to overwhelm the boy too much, but he’s also making sure it hurts enough to send a clear message.

Tears fall down Moxxie’s face, Blitzø’s really cared?

This honestly made Moxxie feel worse, he didn’t want to disappoint Blitzø! He starts to sob out loud, feeling overwhelmed, and his ass really was really hurting now.

“I never want to see you do that again, or I promise it will be a lot worse for you than this, understand?” Blitzø asks.

Moxxie nods. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry!” Moxxie says.

“Good.” Blitzø says. He carefully picks Moxxie up and sets him on his lap like before.

“What- what are you doing?” Moxxie asks.

“Relax, we’re done.” Blitzø says. “You’re forgiven.”

Moxxie nods, relaxing a little.

“I think from any form of discipline, you need some comfort and reassurance.” Blitzø hugged Moxxie and pet his hair gently.

Moxxie relaxed a little, and snuggled closer to Blitzø.

“You okay?” Blitzø asks.

Moxxie nods. Wiping away a few tears. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you, Sir.”

“You did good, kid.” Blitzø says. “I’m proud. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself anymore. Alright? If you need me to do this again, I will. Just ask. I won’t judge you if it helps.”

“Yes sir.” Moxxie says. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, it’s okay.” Blitzø says. “I’m not mad at you. You’re forgiven, and we don’t have to talk about it anymore. Understood?” He asks. “We have a clean slate, you don’t have to feel bad.”

Moxxie nods. “Yes, sir.”

“I think there are some more rules and boundaries we should go over.” Blitzø says. “I don’t want this to get out of hand, you could get hurt.”

“Can we do it later?” Moxxie asks. “I’m kinda just tired right now.”

Blitzø nods. “Yeah, of course. We can talk tomorrow. How does that sound?”

Moxxie nods. “Yeah, that would be good.”

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Moxxie started to work for Blitzø at his company which he was calling: IMP. 

It wasn't what Moxxie would call an ideal situation, but it was definitely better than living with his father. Besides, he was really good at it, and finally had someone who appreciated his efforts.

“You did a good job today, kid. I’m proud to work with you.” Blitzø had said to him on his first day. 

“Really, Sir?” Moxxie asks him. 

Blitzø smiled at Moxxie, then looked to the side as if he wanted to say something more…critical. But, he chose not to. “Yeah, of course. But don't let it get to your head.”

Moxxie relished the praise, he wanted to make Blitzø proud! He wanted to prove himself to him!

Moxxie vowed to work hard to make Blitzø proud, he never wanted to 

 Blitzø called Moxxie into his office when he sent Loona to get lunch. (They took turns, it was her day to do it.)

Blitzø hands him a notebook. “Read those out for me, Mox.” Blitzø instructs. He had set up some rules and boundaries to follow for their new arrangement and wanted to go through them with Moxxie.

Moxxie was a little nervous but did as Blitzø asked. It had been a couple weeks since the…incident and he's been putting off talking about their arrangement since. But he knew they had to otherwise it just wouldn't work.

“Rule 1: No fighting with Loona or any other co-workers.” Moxxie read.

“I feel like that one is pretty self-explanatory. Small conflicts and disagreements are to be expected, but I want you to work them out instead of letting them get out of hand, alright?” Blitzø asks.

Moxxie nods. “Yes, sir.”

Blitzø gestures for him to continue.

“Rule 2: No self harming, this includes cutting, hitting, not tending to wounds, neglecting your needs, and negative self talk.” Moxxie read, then sighs at Blitzø. “Sir, negative self talk is not the same as self harm.” Moxxie argues.

Blitzø sighs, not believing Moxxie is still arguing this! “It affects your mental health, ruins your self image, and your relationships. Whether you believe me or not, it counts as self emotional harm.” Blitzø explains. “Keep reading.” Blitzø ordered.

“Yes, sir.” Moxxie says, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Rule 3: Moxxie has to listen to Blitzø when he gives orders, he’s not allowed to try and do things his own way or ignore Blitzø when he’s trying to look out for him. 

Boundary: This rule only applies during work or when Blitzø is reminding him of the household rules, not to be taken as a way to control Moxxie day-to-day.” Moxxie smiles at this, he’s glad Blitzø took the time to write that down, wether it was a reminder for Blitzø, or reassurance for him, he’s not sure. But, he did appreciate it.

“Rule 4: Moxxie must complete his household chores. Chores are decided by Blitzø every day.” (Everyone gets two jobs every day and it rotates between the three roommates.)

Boundary: If Moxxie cannot complete a task, he needs to ask for help. Blitzø is more than happy to, he just has to ask to avoid a punishment of not completing a task.” Moxxie blushes a little, this was obviously a callback to when Moxxie was asked to take out the trash, and he had no idea how… it wasn’t his fault! His father had servants to do that kind of stuff! He wasn’t used to that sort of work.

“Rule 5: Eat 3 meals a day and drink at least 4 cups of water.” Moxxie sighs. “Is this rule really necessary?” Moxxie asks.

Blitzø rolls his eyes. “Moxxie, I need you to stay strong and hydrated for work, it’s a lot of running around and you need proper focus to shoot. Besides, you skip on meals far too much and you don’t drink enough water. It isn’t healthy. So, I put it in your rules so you’d actually do it.”

“Rule 6: Moxxie will be respectful to Blitzø while being punished. Moxxie will not curse, name call, or talk back. But he will be civil and respectful for Blitzø at the moment is the authority.

Boundary: This does not apply for work or home.”

Blitzø nods. “Usually you’re pretty respectful even when you really don’t have to be. But it may be harder for you when being punished, so I thought a reminder would be a good idea.”

Moxxie nods. “Rule 7: No lying. For this to work, Moxxie and Blitzø have to be honest with one another, otherwise it will not work.

“Rule 8: If you can’t be home for dinner, call first.”

“Rule 9: Curfew is at midnight, but if you will be late, text or call so no one is worrying about you.”

“Rule 10: If there's an issue, talk about it rationally, don't shout or lash out at people.” 

He supposed they weren’t too hard to follow.

“You have any questions?” Blitzø asks.

Moxxie shakes his head. “No, I think I got the gist of it.”

“Good. I might add more rules later, but if I do I’ll talk about it with you first.” Blitzø says. “It might take some time to get the hang of it. Sounds good to you?”

Moxxie nods. “Thank you, sir.”