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Dog Walkers - TordMatt

Requested by: DamagedEcho

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3rd Person POV:

Tord went to one of his customers' homes to get their dog and go, just like he did everyday. He had a key to their house, so he entered quickly and got the dog leashed up before heading out. This dog was a Great Dane, so he kept both of his hands on the leash at all times (other than when the dog bathrooms, then he'd have to clean it up).

The walk was quiet and calming until the Great Dane spotted a squirrel nearby. Tord pulled on the leash a few times, not hard enough to hurt the dog, but hard enough to make the dog stop. "C'mon, boy." Tord said, the dog wagging its tail as a response. The two continued on, Tord whistling a tune as he walked. He stopped whistling when a taller male with a Pug came by.

"Hel-" Tord was interrupted by the Great Dane, who was tugging harshly on the leash. The stranger seemed to struggle a bit with the Pug too, so Tord decided to leave him alone for now. He took a quick glance at the ginger and kept going, still having a bit to go.

When he got to the dog's owners' house, he unleashed the dog and refilled the dog's water bowl. He didn't see the owners around, so he decided he'd come back later to FETCH his pay (funny joke). He went home, making a plan on how he would talk to the owners and maybe argue with them for wasting his time.

As soon as he walked in, his brown Chihuahua jumped on his leg, not being able to jump all the way to his upper body. Tord chuckled and picked the small dog up, shutting the door with his foot.

"Fin dag, ikke sant?" ("Nice day, isn't it?")

Skip, the Chihuahua, licked Tord's cheek and nibbled on him a bit. Tord used one arm to lock the door and he walked into the living-room, holding Skip like a baby. Skip was Tord's baby. He sat on the couch and set Skip down next to him, leaning back and lazily grabbing around for the T.V. remote. He put something random on the tele and watched it, finding a liking to it.

After staring blankly at the tele, getting some snacks, laughing a bit, a few hours had passed by. "Skip, vil du komme?" ("Skip, wanna come?") Tord asked the dog, tying the snack bags up with rubber bands. Skip's tail wagged a bit and he started panting, so Tord took that as a 'yes'. Tord stood up, leaving the snack bags on the couch. He got a red harness and leash on Skip, getting ready to head out and get paid.

"Kom igjen, Skipper." ("C'mon, Skipper.") Skip whined from excitement even though Tord walked him everyday, sometimes multiple times per day.

Tord locked his house's front door and started their walk to his customers' house. It was getting dark out, but Tord took his time. He stopped a few times to give Skip water or a treat, spoiling his baby boy. While giving Skip some water, Tord saw someone familiar coming toward them. He stood up and gripped tightly onto Skip's leash, just in case the owner didn't want to chat. The ginger from before saw Tord and Skip, and his Australian Shepherd seemed to see them too.

The two dogs came closer to each other and smelled each other, giving the owners some time to talk. "Hiya, guy from earlier!" The ginger greeted, making Tord laugh a bit. "Hello, ginger. The boy's name is Skip, but he wouldn't tell you that." The Brit laughed at Tord's joke and Tord just smirked. "Nice. Mine's Luna." Tord looked down at the dog and her light blue eyes glimmered back at him. "I can see why." "Yeah?" "Yeah... her eyes..."

Tord brought his hand up to pet the dog but looked to the ginger for consent first. "You can pet Luna if I can pet Skip!" "Sure, man."

The male squatted down and pet Skip, saying cute things to him as he pet him. Tord brushed his hands through Luna's fur and stared into her eyes for a while. It was something he'd do with all of the dogs he'd meet, just looking into their eyes. He wasn't paying attention, and got a bit surprised when Luna licked him on his face.

"Aww, du er nydelig~." ("Aww, you're adorable~.") The Brit looked over at Tord, sending him a curious look. "Ah, I was just talking to Luna in my first language. English is actually my second language." Tord explained. Luna licked the bandage on his cheek and he winked to hide the pain. 'Still cute, though.' Tord thought to himself, smiling. "What's your first language?" The ginger asked.

Tord didn't expect this question, mostly because people were more interested in the dog than the person walking the dog. It was a strange feeling to be noticed. "U-uh, it's Norwegian. I'm from Norway." The Brit let his hand lay on Skip as he talked to Tord. "Really? Wow, Norway..." "Hmm?" "Norway... I've never been there... I wish I could. But, as you might've noticed, I walk dogs for a living, so I don't make a crazy amount of bucks."

Tord was intrigued by that, and he grew curious of this guy too. "What's your name?" "I'm Matt, the most dashing male in this universe! What's yours?" "I'm Tord, just some random dude with a Chihuahua. Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you too!" The two went silent and pet each other's dogs to avoid the awkwardness.

"Well, wanna trade phone numbers or something?" Tord questioned, going for it. "Uhm... sure!" Matt got his phone out and Tord got his own phone out. They gave each other their phone numbers and called just to make sure.

"Wait, shit. I gotta go, I'll see you around." Tord said, shoving his phone into his hoodie pocket. "Alright, well, bye!" Matt and Luna walked off, Skip and Tord going in the opposite direction. "They were nice." Tord said, talking to Skip. Skip's tail moved a small bit, supposedly agreeing with him. "Well, let's go get my money."

(I dunno, I just feel like Tord would talk to Skip in Norwegian.)