Chained In Servility

13

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 currently 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."

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