Coroika Post-Apocalypse (Slow Updates)

Aloha's Trading Emporium.

Army never had the best relationship with Aloha, sure, but that was different now.

For context, Aloha is a trader. An incredibly stingy trader. An incredibly dodgy trader. He had managed to find an abandoned apartment and now he lived there and had his 'Trading Emporium' as he called it there. Aloha had even managed to recruit Mask to be his bodyguard by bribing him with cigarettes for payment. The economy had gone to hell anyway.

One day, Aloha was setting up some jewelry (which he had stolen from clients behind their backs) before he heard some ruckus. Aloha reluctantly went to the window before opening the door after being unable to see anything. Army was there, half passed out. That was when he took him in, nursed him back to normal, and got Army to stay.

Now, Army worked as a doctor for random survivors. He used the bedroom as the 'hospital' room. Aloha stayed in the front room for trading and Mask stayed outside, smoking despite his terrible asthma.

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Army was cleaning the bedroom, trying so badly to scrub off the blood on the wall. Aloha strutted in and titled his head.
"So... Can I ask the obvious question?" Aloha laughed.
"What..." Army said through gritted teeth.
"The blood?" Aloha raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah... There was a man... Really injured... I- I don't know..." Army turned away.
He stared down at the already dirty sponge now filthed with blood. Aloha gave Army a poke on the shoulder.
"What's with the silence...?" Aloha huffed.
Army clenched his fists, "as if you'd care!"
Aloha took a step back, "what the- The hell ya gettin' mad at me for?!"
Army looked up at the taller and tanned boy, giving a deadpanned stare. Aloha giggled and tapped the freckles on Army's face.
"You can tell me!" Aloha smirked.
"Don't touch me!" Army shouted as he shoved his hand out the way before going to the kitchen that wasn't even functional anyway, leaving the rotting sponge and half cleaned blood stain.
What was Army's problem?! Sure, he worked tirelessly, been so close to people with the disease, and was probably traumatized from all the horrifying injuries but why be mean to Aloha?! Perfect, not narcissistic at all, generous Aloha...
Aloha rolled his eyes like a moody teenager and kneeled down to clean it himself until he heard Mask shout from the outside,
"Aloha! You've got another client!"

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Another one done, still not very good but I have nothing to do rn :')