TWs: Referenced eating disorder, and unconsciousness during a zombie apocalypse (reference), Pat went through a lot, teasing, Tord's not over it.
A few days passed and Pat and Pau were looking for jobs. It was surprisingly hard, especially for Pau, since he technically didn't go to college.
They looked over many fliers for nearby stores, departments, parks; anything they could get their hands on really.
That's when Pat got a hit.
"An interview? Tomorrow?" Pat spoke up, surprised. Tord and Pau looked over as he paced in the kitchen, "Yes, yes, I'll be there."
The call soon ended, Pat turning to face the other two.
"Where's it at?" Pau asked.
Pat scrolled through his phone at his interview details, "The diner near here."
Pau and Tord looked at each other uneasily. Tord raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure, Pat?"
Pat looked up, quirking an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
Pau hesitated, "Didn't you have... y'know..."
He gestured with his hand to his stomach area.
Pat frowned, "I told you I recovered from Bulimia. I'm fine now."
"If you're so sure," Tord muttered.
"I'm sure. Besides, the only person who can cook-"
Tord opened his mouth to speak.
"Effectively, is me." Pat glared at Tord.
Tord pouted. It was true; he nearly burned the army base's kitchen down well over 30 times in his lifetime.
Then the two turned to Pau, who still needed a job despite his lack of college education.
"What's the next one on your list?" Pat asked.
Pau sighed, then grumbled, "An arcade."
Tord snorted, "Hah! Good luck with that!"
Pat raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with an arcade?"
Tord stopped his laughter, turning to Pat immediately, "Have you never been to an arcade before?"
"I've been unconscious in one during a zombie apocalypse... other than that, no, not really been to one for entertainment." He explained.
"Have you had no childhood!?" Tord exclaimed.
Pat tensed at the word 'childhood,' "Uh, guess not."
Pau noticed Pat's sudden discomfort and decided to continue, "I guess this is my only option left."
"Good luck with hell spawns, Pau," Tord smirked.
"Hopefully, they'll reject me," Pau muttered as he dialed the number.
Pau and Pat both achieved interviews that were the next day.
Tord decided to take his aspiration of becoming an inventor slowly. He also needed to get his things from the plane since most of it was materials and tools he needed.
"Ugh, why didn't you guys get my things?" Tord complained.
"We only have so many hands, Tord," Pat said.
"And too much shit to get." Pau finished.
Tord rolled his eyes, "I'll be back then."
After Tord traveled to the plane and picked up all his things; which were two bags he decided to carry on his forearms and a medium and small box he piled on top of each other, he carefully tried to balance it back to the complex.
When he arrived at the complex, he decided to still take the stairs, even if his arms were hurting him. He huffed as he finally made it to the fourth landing.
As he was opening the door to the hall with his back, he felt a sudden push and fell forward with a small yelp, his items dropping to the floor and clattering everywhere; some items falling down the stairs.
He was about to fight someone when he heard familiar voices on the other side of the door.
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Edd, Tom, and Matt were preparing to go to the arcade. Edd and Tom were talking about something they saw on the news while Matt was in his own headspace.
They were nearing the lift when Matt noticed the door to the stairs opening. Tom and Edd paid it no mind, laughing at something Edd said. Matt panicked once he saw it was Tord, not thinking twice when he pushed the door closed and stood in front of it.
The trio heard a faint crash behind the door, Edd and Tom turning towards Matt, who was standing in front of the door acting weirder than usual.
"Matt." Edd started with a quirked eyebrow, "Why are you standing in front of an emergency exit?"
Matt glanced around, laughing nervously, "Just in case of an emergency, y'know? It is an emergency exit, Edd."
Edd just shrugged, "That's true, I guess."
Then he walked off to the lift. Tom, however, stood there for a few seconds more. His eyes were narrowed as if he were studying Matt carefully.
Matt just smiled awkwardly at him, hoping he would buy it.
Tom sighed as he took out his flask, "Weird as always."
He seemed to roll his sockets as he walked away to the lift. The ginger sighed in relief, then turned to the door.
"You owe me." He whispered, hoping Tord would hear it.
Tord did hear it, for on the other side, he was picking up his things.
'Oh, I owe him?' Tord glared at the door, then at all his stuff that fell down the steps, 'How funny, Matthew Denise Hathaway.'
Tord finally unpacked his things. As he was sorting out the desk that was already in the flat, Pau and Pat decided to check in on him.
"Wow," Pat started, "Talk about organization..."
Tord half-acknowledged their presence as he was sorting his bookcase. He needed it in a specific order for him to be content with it.
Pau looked around Tord's desk area. He wouldn't call himself nosey, per se, but he certainly had aspects of a nosey person.
Some papers were scattered along Tord's desk already, despite Tord barely using it. That's when Pau noticed something colorful among the pictures, slightly poking out of the pile. He picked it up, revealing the picture of Tord and Edd side-hugging.
Pau was pretty sure Tord talked about him all the time, and he meant all of the time since the ex-leader met Edd in high school. Most conversations were about Tord's Cola-loving and artistic friend.
Almost as if he had a crush on him.
'Wait...' Pau slowly realized, 'O shit.'
Pau glanced back at Tord, who was still organizing his bookshelf.
"Hey, Tord," Pau started, "Do you remember when you met that boy in high school?"
"Which one?" Tord droned, not really paying attention to Pau.
"Oh, you know... the one you wouldn't stop talking about." Pau held back a smirk.
Pat perked up when he said that, vaguely getting an idea of what Pau was doing.
Tord stopped organizing his shelf, opting to look at Pau instead, "I'm sorry?"
"The one you wouldn't shut up about. What was his name again...?" Pau pretended to think.
"Pau..." Pat warned though he couldn't help but smile.
Tord waited for him to continue, his left hand clenching up.
Pau snapped his fingers, "Ah, that's right! Edd G-"
Tord practically pounced on Pau to get him to shut up, "Nei, nei, nei! Hold kjeft!"
He threw Pau off balance a bit, making him lose the photo he was holding. The photo landed in front of Pat, who picked it up.
Pat smirked once he saw it, "You two look cute together."
Tord stopped putting Pau in a chokehold to look over at Pat, "Agh, not you too!"
"What? I just find it cute." Pat shrugged.
The smaller strode over to Pat and nabbed the photo, "It was just a stupid crush, nothing more."
Tord put the photo in his desk drawer as he sighed.
"I'm over it." He muttered as he continued to sort through his books.
'That sigh certainly didn't sound like he was over it.' Pat frowned, "Well, if you need help, just ask."
Tord only hummed. Pau and Pat looked at each other as they slowly left the room. Tord's hand shook as he filed the last book in.
'I am over it, right?'
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Dutch =
O shit - Oh shit
Norwegian =
Nei - No
Hold kjeft - Shut up
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