AN: Ayyyy, first story on this site! My updates will be…. most likely once a week. I am, however, very forgetful, so that may be an issue. Hah, but anyway, Enjoy the story!
Tord walked down the busy streets of his neighborhood, where his jobs often were. He sat down on a bench, flipping through old messages on his phone. His face instantly brightened as a new job came up.
Need you to take care of this guy for me. His name's Tom. Here's the address, you have two days.
Two days? That's nothing. He smiled wide as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, proudly making his way down the rainy streets. The pitter-patter of the rain was rather soothing, and the droplets were cool on his face. He hummed a simple tune, stumbling into a puddle. He slipped, going down with a hard THUD! Great. Now he was soaked… and covered in mud. Just great. He stopped at the given address, circling the large mansion. He heard strums of the bass from one of the floors, pausing to look up at the source. Is that Tom? He thought to himself as he watched, listening to the aforementioned male play the instrument. He was talented, definitely.
"Hey! You homeless?!" Tom called down to Tord, causing him to freeze up in shock.
"I—uh,"
"Here, I'll meet you around front!" He called to Tord, before disappearing into the large house. Shit. He scurries to the other side of the house, stopping at the gate. Tom pretentiously walked down the path to said gate, opening it with a friendly smile.
"Hello!" He said in greeting to Tord.
"Uh, hi..?"
Tom flushed quickly, and looked down. Boxers. Great. He's meeting a stranger in boxers and a hoodie. "Uhm, would you like to come in?"
"…sure." Tord replied silently, giving a smile. This man was kind. Why did his hired boss need him dead? They entered the house.
"Welcome to my humble abode~!" He stated in a professional voice, smiling.
"This place is fucking huge…" Tord muttered. When Tom glanced at him, he paused. "Excuse my language…"
"No, it's fine. Glad I don't have to put on that damn petty act anymore. Hey, you need a shower? There's a bathroom down that hall, to the left." He stated, pointing towards said bathroom.
"Yeah, thanks." Tord nodded, walking down to the bathroom, and locking the door behind him. The bathroom was large, a shower, separate bathroom, double sinks, and a closet. Wow. He removed his dirty clothing, opening the closet to find freshly folded towels, shirts, and a hamper. He tossed his clothes into the woven hamper, starting the shower.
After the nice shower, he took up one of the towels, drying himself off. He took his boxers from the toilet lid, pulling them on, and one of the gray shirts in the closet. He, after drying his hair, styled it up with one of the hair gel tubs. C'mon, he can't be Tord without his signature horned hair. He sighs, exiting the bathroom, and back to Tom in the other room.
Tom is smiling wide, interested in the movie on the screen. Mean Girls. He turns around, freezing at the sight of Tord at the door with a wide grin. The horned figure walked over, slumping over the side of the couch with a smile.
"Nice movie choice."
"Hah… um…"
"Listen, you smell like a baby prostitute."
Tom grinned. "That's SO fetch."
"Fetch will NEVER be a thing, oh my god!"
The two broke into giggles, Tord smiling wide. His phone buzzed.
He dead yet?
Crap.