The Traitor and The Communist

Let's Go To The Mall, Today.

Song- Lets Go To The Mall By: Robin Sparkles (How I Met Your Mother)

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Tord quietly eats breakfast as Edd,Tom and Matt chat with eachother comfortably. Matt turned toward Tord, with a spoon lifted up frozen mid bite.
"So Todd, today's my day off. Which means we can go shopping today!" Matt beams,
"It's Tord," Tord automatically corrects, "and yeah, if you want to." Tord absent mindedly picks at Edd's table cloth. Matt makes a happy highpitched noise and claps his hands together, making Tom groan and clutch his head.
"Shhh, quite time, please." Tom grabs his coffee off the table to take a swig of it.
"You have to stop drinking on work nights." Edd scolds. Tom sticks his tounge out at Edd in response, then keeps drinking his coffee.
"Whatever." He says in between sips.
"As for you too. The drunkard and I have work today," Edd motions between him and Tom with his thumb, Tom grumbles in annoyance, "so you'll have to take a coach."

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"Tada!" Matt out sweeps his arms as they walked into the mall. Tord rubs his arm,
"It's very, crowded." Tord mumbles, his voice too quite to be auditable over the herd of people. He raises his voice some,
"You sure I'll be fine?" Matt blew a raspberry,
"Yeah, it's just a mall. Nothing high security." Tord hums in concern but lets Matt drag him to the giant map of the mall.
Matt's eyes flick over the map, he snaps his fingers,
"Oh! I know." Matt grabs Tord by the sleeve then gently drags him over to and escalator. As they ascend Matt goes over their game plan.
"We're going to hit a few stores, then break for lunch. Then go through the last few and head back."

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Matt happily smiles as he flips through a few shirts, holding a couple up to Tord's chest. He puts one back and flings the other over his arm.
"Are you sure you don't want a new hoodie? That one is really old at this point." Tord waves the question off best he can with one arm.
"It's fine, I'm wearing this one till it's rags." Matt peers at him and Tord shifts the bags in his arms, careful not to let any clothes fall out.
"Okay..." Matt purses his lips, "At least let me ask Edd to patch it up for you, so it lasts longer of course." Tord looks over at a display of some clothes with neons so bright it hurt your eyes when you looked at them.
"I don't know, I wouldn't want to bother him."
"I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem, and if he can't do it I can always ask someone from work."
"I guess so." Tord mutters, Matt happily claps.
"I'll ask him later then." He picks up a few more shirts and heads off in the direction of the cashiers. The hairs on the back of Tord's neck stand up, but he shrugs it off to the cold department store.

"Wow." Tord's jaw goes slack slightly at the size of the food court.
"Yep." Matt grabs his sleeve and drags him all the way through the doorway. They grab plastic blue trays and walk around the food court ordering and grabbing food. Matt pays for it and they make their way to the tables to eat.

Tord takes his pills as Matt takes a handful of fries off of Tord's tray.
"You know you don't have to do all this." Tord says as he grabs a burger off of Matt's tray.
"What do you mean?" Matt grabs some more fries,
"Buying me all this stuff."
"Well it's not like you can buy it yourself, besides you can't keep wearing Tim's clothes," Matt smirks, "unless, you like it." Tord's face flushes in embarrassment and he stammers,
"Of, of course not!" Tord's voice cracks as Matt cackles.
"I'm just teasing," Matt pushes a smoothie closer to Tord, "here, peace offering." Tord huffs and snatches the smoothie off the table.

After they finish the food they dump the trays, then leave the food court with their smoothies and bags. Matt drags Tord through the last few stores, snagging a few shirts for himself. Once that was done Matt and Tord left the mall, it was overcasting plus there was a slight breeze. They walked over to the spot to wait for the coach.

"Ugh, the end of summer is drawing near." Matt complains as he rubs his arms.
"Yeah, should've brought a coat I guess." Tord shifts uncomfortably, there was a man sitting on a bench practically running Tord over with his gaze, he'd been staring ever sense they walked up. The hairs on the back of his neck was starting to stand on end. He let out a brief sigh of relief at the coach turning the corner.

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Tom's couch creaked as Tord flopped down on it. The plastic crinkled as the shopping bags hit the floor.
"I'm not buying you a dresser." Tom meandered over to Tord from the kitchen. He lightly kicked one of the bags knocking it over.
"I know." Tord replied, his words sounding garbled due to the cushion in his face. Tom grabbed one of the bags and opened it, it was a few shirts and a couple pairs of pants.

Unceremoniously Tom dropped the bag back onto the floor. He kicked Tord's legs off his couch and sat down.
"No shoes on my couch." Tord grumbled something inaudible into the cushion. His shoes clicked against the hardwood as he kicked them off, then he swung his legs back onto the couch landing on Tom's lap.
"Ew, get your feet off of me." Tord lifted his head just enough so he spoke clearly,
"No." He dropped his head back on the cushion.
"Uh, yes. My house, my rules." Tord lifted his head again,
"One this isn't a house. Two, no."
"Yes." Tom pushed Tord's legs off his lap.
"No." He put his legs back.
"Yes!" Tom shoved Tord's legs in his direction.
"No!" Tord carefully slammed his legs back on Tom's lap, Tom sighs.
"Why are you like this." Tord blew a raspberry at Tom, as he flipped over now facing the ceiling.
"I hate you." Tom grumbled, though there was no bite to his words.

He moved Tord's legs so they weren't digging into his lap, but they were still resting comfortably, he rested an arm on top of Tord's legs. Tord stretched his arms and flopped them over their respective sides of the couch.