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"I hate this so much."

Joshua looks up from his coffee, his pupil's immediately going wide. Tyler tugged uncomfortably at the red jacket as he walked into the common room, an unpleased grimace on his face. Brendon whistled at him, causing Josh to narrow his eyes in his direction warningly.

Grace, who was sat in a loveseat immediately perked up at the sight of the brunette.

"Oh, you look so handsome!" She gushed. Placing her book aside to stand up and meet Tyler halfway in the room. She brushed the creases on the carnation red suit, inspecting the black pants for any dust.

Joshua chuckled at the sight of his lover being mothered, nearly doubling in laughter as she pinched his cheeks.

"You're going to do great." She complimented, radiating confidence.
Tyler rolled his eyes, nevertheless a smile forming on his face. He couldn't help but smile at the elder woman. Her blue eyes creasing from the wrinkles on her beautifully aging skin.

"Why am I doing this again? What is this for?" He asked, nervously smoothing down a button with his naturally dark hands.

"It's a job interview bub." Josh interjected after taking a sip of his coffee, or what Tyler liked to say; 'dirt water'.

Tyler's brows furrowed even more with confusion. Upon seeing so, Grace handed up a vanilla folder. He began to file through with a quirked brow as she spoke. "We need to get you guys outside and start interacting with the new world. I'm starting with you so you can get the jist of work life and such, so you won't have such a hard time when you're actually on your own."

Tyler nodded with understanding.

"Now, Thomas already created all of your identity." She also glanced to Brendon and Josh. "But you are Tyler Robert Joseph. Went to NYU to get your masters in law enforcement but took a few years off records to yourself for personal matters,"

The few years being captured by lunatics. Tyler thought. He glanced over to Josh, always finding peace in him. He listened as Grace continued.

"You're job now is to be a detective or whatever of that ranking they ask you to be. But a detective is what you qualify under."

"What? That's cool as shit." Brendon called from the background. Tyler breathed lightly with a grin. "What's my job?" He asks curiously, his fitted outfit floating towards the others.

"Um," Grace purses her lips with thought. A finger tapped her chin as she shrugged. "You don't have a job, more or less watching the others while they're in the world."

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