Tom wasn't good at a lot of things; keeping friends, being nice, staying sober? Nah, forget it.
But dressing up and pretending to be a girl? Now that might be something he can do.
[Maidcafe fic]
Featuring-
* Tom's non-existing gag reflex
* Tord's h...
Meeting Pau stride for stride, they hushed muttered conversation between the slapping of bare feet and the dull clomping of leather boots. After a few moments of tearful laughter, Tom noticed that a few other soldiers roamed the halls, frowning at them with a hint of disgusted disdain, but saluting at their presence nonetheless, wide eyes refusing to meet their gaze.
Respect felt nice, Tom decided.
And then, with a sidewards glance at the other male, he determined that-
We ARE the homosexual agenda.
Rounding past a familiar corner, a bright blue fluorescent sign met them mockingly.
'HOSPITAL WING'
Only this time, Tom fulfilled his deliciously petty wish and flipped off the bold, white text.
With a quirk of an unruly eyebrow, Pau huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he muttered an empathetic, "Same."
Kindred spirits.
"McIntyre is such a Fittetryne." Pau added dryly, teeth showing from the wide grin that stretched across his face.
"Yeah, he is," Tom grunted, slipping on a convincing, matching smile. After a couple of seconds of tongue biting, he asked, "What does it mean?"
Wheezing, Pau licked his lips, wiping away the moisture that clung to the corner of his eye as he snorted, "A rough translation to English would be; cuntface."
A fellow man of culture, it seemed.
They were still gasping for breath by the time they finally reached the end of the hallway, coming to a complete shuffled stop at another closed room.
Rest Block D4
Slapping the wooden surface of the door, Pau angled his body so that he could peer down at the other male with heavy lids, "Red's resting in here- he should be alone, so no pressure."
"No pressure." Tom echoed quietly- perhaps if he repeated it enough times it would come to be true.
Leaning against the bleached white walls, Pau's larger body practically swallowed Tom's own with his overarching shadow. With a sheepish grin, he looked away, a rogue gloved hand reaching up to cradle the lower half of his unshaven face, "I'll try 'n' keep Pat out of your hair- he really needs to sleep sometime. It can't be good for his... Moods."
Nodding in understanding, Tom smiled, fidgeting his fingers absentmindedly, "Thanks, it means a lot- I really appreciate it."
"You know-" Sucking his teeth, Pau made a small squeaking noise as he thought, "If you ever get bored, or anything, I could show you around the kennels?"
Fast, warped black smears bounded ahead of him, loud, vicious barks crackling from their toothy, foaming muzzles- frenzied and violent.
Breathing in deeply, Tom pinched his expression to one of great pain, "I don't think-"
Jumping at the mood shift, Pau shook his head, large hands raised in a peaceful gesture, "We don't just have German Shepherds- there are a few Labradors, Border Collies, a Pug-"
Snapping his head up, Tom stared at him, black, murky eyes lit up like a string of fairy lights, "A Pug?"
Humming, Pau quirked one of his impressive eyebrows, "He's the best damn sniper we've got."
"He doesn't even have thumbs?!"
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A/N: Whenever I write Kid!Tom scenes I'm just confronted with the fact that he's dressed up like a fucking minion.
That's the real child abuse here folks- lowkey minion cosplay. Disgusting.
This chapter's art was gifted by the lovely @kinkykoffee69 !!
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