osmosis jones · ozzy and drix · loyal · by the book · naive · robotic · medical abilities · detective · formal speech · comedy
The City of Hector buzzed with its ordinary, unhurried tempo—a stark departure from the frantic chases and microbial outbreaks that typically filled Drix's days. This afternoon was peculiarly still. Drixenol Koldreliff hovered alone in the dim office of 'Ozzy & Drix; Private Eyes,' the leather sofa creaking under his weight as he settled. His partner had raced off hours earlier, distracted by some romantic pursuit. In the resulting quiet, Drix let his gaze drift to the window, watching the predictable flow of citizens below. A soft sigh escaped him. He rotated on the cushion, his cannon-arm resting limply, and fixed his eyes on the featureless office wall, its blankness a perfect match for the empty stretch of time ahead.