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Episode 6: Established Hate And The Pursuit Of Patience

Tom slipped on a sleeveless button up top and put on his black thigh high boots; he debated whether this would be good enough for the photoshoot. He looked at himself in the mirror and looked at his face, he certainly has his mother's face and it creeped him out; Tord also struck a sense of fear in him, what if Tord kills him? He certainly looks capable of doing it and considering that he's a holy man, he could just bring in priests to exorcise him. Tom looked at himself in the mirror and gave himself a sharp smile, he's Tom, he can do everything and if things go south he'll think of something.

Tom went down the stairs, clutching onto his bag tightly, he made sure not to make too much sound. Tord was reading a magazine about cats in the living room, the floorboards suddenly creaked below Tom, causing for Tord to look in his direction.

Tom is so not in the mood for confrontation; he quickly ran down the stairs and rushed to the door, Tord held his wrist tightly and pushed him aside. Tord was blocking the door and he towered over Tom, his arms were folded and he had one eyebrow raised, Tom gulped.

"why are you dressed like that? For someone who cannot afford their own house and has prostitution as a sideline, you sure are dressed in expensive clothing"

"How do you know this isn't a fake?"

Tord got behind Tom and pulled the tag from Tom's shirt,

"there's an indent on the R, and on the back it is the inverse of the front and the size tag is 38, authentic Prada doesn't small, medium, large and also the stitching is clean"

Tom froze on the spot as Tord continued inspecting his outfit, what the actual fuck was wrong with this guy?

"it never occurred to you that I might be modelling for the brand and I am lucky enough to actually keep a bit of merchandise?"

"I earn a couple thousands but immediately goes to my save fund for a house"

"there are better jobs out there to support your modelling dreams, and you choose to be whore, do you need you help looking for a job?"

Tord had a smug grin on his ace as Tom turned bright red in embarrassment, Tord ruffled his hair causing for Tom to become even more angry.

"I never snoop into your life and here you are judging my life choices like your some kind of god! Now excuse me I have a job to do"

Tom pushed Tord away and stomped angrily out the door, Tord's smile faltered when he realized what he had done, what he did was offensive and rude not to mention childish. Tord chased behind Tom to apologize, he hesitated deciding it would be best to let Tom's anger cool down. Sure, Tom was a sinner but he was still human and he really didn't deserve that much teasing. Tord winced at how pretentious he was and Tom's argument does hold weight...

Matt's motorcycle was parked in front of Tord's house, he waved at Tom and outstretched his arms when he saw Tom angry expression. Small sparks of fire escaped Tom's lips as he muttered words under his breath. Matt hugged Tom tightly in an attempt to cool him down a bit. Tom buried his head in Matt's chest and sighed.

"what's gotten your panties in a twist?"

"Tord is such a bitch!"

Matt felt a painful itch in his crotch as he felt an erection pressed against his jeans, Tom's demon features appeared. Matt removed his jacket and shielded Tom until he could revert back to his human form. Tom fixed his glasses and kicked a nearby tree. Matt picked Tom up and put him on the back seat of the motorcycle and started driving off.

"what gives him the right to question my life choices!? Isn't that like a rule of thumb to never ask what a guy does for money he's just so-"

Matt took a sharp turn on a corner causing for Tom to hug him tightly out of shock. Matt chuckled and placed a hand on Tom's thigh. Matt parked the motorcycle in front of a modelling agency.