#Kixer with a bat VS Deric

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Tiny in the snow Part 6!!!!!!

This might be the end but who knows, I still want to write an epilogue of these two being competent dumbasses cause Nok & Charlie both have one brain cell that pings back and forth aggressively between them

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The little one, Nok, they said their name was, had fallen asleep against their neck, Charlie’s hand laying over them like a blanket as their other reached for the phone on the coffee table, and it wasn’t long before they found the number they needed. “Kix, I have a favour to ask”

“Oh hey Charlie”, the modulated voice of Kixer replied, causing Nok to stir. “How can I be of service”

“I need you to find out what’s in Deric Walsh’s office”. It was silent for a moment, and Charlie worried that they wouldn’t take the, admittedly, boring job. But then Kix’s horribly modulated laugh busted through the phone, causing Charlie to flinch, which in turn startling Nok enough that they woke.

“Charlie, Charlie, Charlie”, Kix echoed, “you want me to fuck up your asshole of a cousin?”

“Uh…I mean I just need you to get into his apartment and find out what he’s keeping hidden?”

“You can keep your Favour. This ones on me”, their horrid laugh was back, and Charlie was tempted to just hang up on them and attend to the sweet little creature currently sliding down to rest in the crook of their neck. “I’ve always wanted to fuck that asshole up”

“Good to know your always down to screw over my family”

“Nah, just him. I’ll call you when it’s done”, and then they were gone, and Charlie sighed. Dealing with Kixer always seemed to leave them with a pounding headache, which was why they let others deal with their anonymous ally.

“Who was that?”, Nok’s little lilted voice whispered into their ear as they shuffled around under Charlie’s hand.

“That was Kixer”, Charlie chuckled softly as Nok continued to wriggle, their fluffy hair tickling the human’s palm. “They’re an Informant, of sorts. They tell us the safest way in and out of places, among other things”

“When your…Stealing?”

“It’s a bit of a Robin hood situation”, Charlie thought for a moment, “Except it’s not at all like Robin hood because we're all terrible. Not at our job, mind you. Just to each other”

“But why?”, Nok questioned. Ever since Charlie had gotten them talking, and after the awkward conversation about Deric, they had been nothing but questions. What’s this? Why’s that? Why why why? And it warmed their heart to see the little creature so full of life. They didn’t even mind that Nok had learned more about them in ten minutes than they had in two days.

“Cause we’re all reckless idiots with a passion for chaos”, Oh so carefully did they lean over, resting their cheek lightly on the giggling Nok, chuckling as they felt their tiny limbs halfheartedly push against the warm skin.

“Get off me! Your heavy!”. Charlie gasped dramatically, and when they had attempted to flip over onto their side to stare at Nok with an incredibly exaggerated look of hurt, they didn’t have ‘Fall off the couch like a fish’ on the agenda. But that’s what happened. And it caused Nok to laugh even harder.

“Oh laugh it up.”, A gentle pat was all it took to send Nok tumbling down from the arm of the couch and down to the cushions with a yelp, which in turn left Charlie laughing harder at the way they fought against the multitude of clothes they still had on, and they had to bite there tongue to refrain from calling them a turtle. “Are you stuck?”

When they did manage to fight their way out of what had to be at least another coat and three different shirts, they were dishevelled and fuming beyond belief. Their odd choppy mop of hair was sticking out in every which way, showing off their rosy ears and cheeks. “Now who’s stuck”

“Not me”, Charlie smiled cheekily, wiggling out of the small space between the lounge and coffee table that they had been cramped into, “If that’s what you were implying”

“Oh Curses”, They had to laugh at that, the little one never actually cursed, but the force behind their words still held strong. At least they were looking at them with anger and annoyance instead of the fear they had been the day earlier.

And then a low growl cut the impromptu staring contest in two, leaving their tiny guest even redder. With reminded Charlie that Nok hadn’t actually eaten anything since they had found them in the snow, an event that seemed so far in the past now, and who knows when the last time they had eaten before that was. Plus, Charlie realised with disdain, the last thing they had eaten was reheated Chinese, and that had been a good few hours ago.

And Nok hadn’t drank anything yet. God, Charlie really wasn’t cut out to be an adult.

“Come on”, Offering a hand to the tiny creature, Charlie smiled. “Let's get you something you eat”