"Come on in," Ozzy said, motioning for Drix to step inside. "Want something to drink?" He asked, slipping off his jacket.
"I'm fine, thanks." Drix answered.
"Be right back. Gonna hang this up in my room." He referred to his jacket. He opened the door, and let out a surprised scream.
"Is everything alright?" Drix got up, a look of concern on his face.
At the sight of his friend coming over, Ozzy immediately closed the door. "Oh no, everything's fine!"
"Are you sure?" Drix questioned suspiciously.
"Yeah, yeah; everything's fine! It's just a mess in there is all. You sit down and relax, I'll go clean up real quick. Be right back!" Before Drix could protest, Ozzy opened the door just barely enough for him to get through and closed it as soon as he entered. Drix shrugged his shoulders and sat down at the couch.
Ozzy refused to look at the virus lying on the bed. "Thrax put your clothes on."
"Why, baby?" Ozzy could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Because I got a friend over." Ozzy sighed, tryi