Chapter 2- Gotta be crazy
Sezidan's eyes snapped open. The sky outside was a deep orange now. "Must be
getting dark."
The sound of running water came to his senses. Must be my new roomy Sezidan
thought.
He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Then he noticed the
picture on
Vixo's bed stand. With hesitation he picked it up. It showed a young red fox
standing with
his two parents. He heard the bathroom doorknob turn and set the picture
down quickly.
The door opened and the fox he saw in the picture walked out, only he was
older. Wearing only pants, his hair
was still dripping with water.
"Hey there you must be Arastor." Sezidan looked slightly offended. "Eh I go
by my middle name
Sezidan. You must be Vixo."
"That would be me." Holding a towel with one hand Vixo continued to dry his
hair.
"Woulda introduced myself earlier but you were snoozing." With his other
hand
Vixo grabbed a shirt out of the dresser by his bed.
"So what do you do?" Sezidan asked.
"Im a pilot in training for the ASF-2."
"Hmm. Im special forces myself."
They stared at each other for a moment.
"You gotta be crazy!" both said in unison.
They laughed.
"Hey kid your alright. Lemme buy you a drink."
"Well...they wouldn't serve me would they?"
"Good point kid. Hmm stay right here." Without another word he grabbed his
key and left.
Vixo shook his head and sat down on his bed.
1 hour later
"Hey kid im back!" Sezidan walked in carrying two brown bags.
"Hey! They don't allow alcohol on base!"
"He he what they don't know wont hurt me."
Sezidan pulled out a beer from one of the bags and tossed it to Vixo
"Drink up kid." He then pulled a beer out of the bag and started drinking.
Two hours later Vixo is passed out on his bed snoring loudly.
"He he kid couldn't handle his alcohol very well." With that he pulled
another item
out of the bag. A blue marker.