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frida || twenty-three || hungry

"it's nice to meet you then, tobias. " frida shook his hand for a bit, before letting go. she couldn't believe that she was actually going to let him live, but she just couldn't leave him out there. especially since it was practically freezing already due to it being winter. she looked up and saw him direct a smile at her. her only response was to smile back. frida couldn't help but feel embarrassed at how dirty her apartment actually was, but she couldn't help it. she was always busy and working on company work that she ignored the mess. "it's nothing really. after all, you'll be working for your keep in this house after all.", she said, referring to the cleaning and cooking he would be doing from now on. honestly, she had been debating whether to hire a maid or something along those lines. she was pretty lucky to have come across him, though she wasn't going to say that out loud. "what do you do for a living? I mean, before you became troubled with all your problems did you have anywhere you worked at?", she asked, curious to know what this blonde beauty did for work. "now that i look at you. you're pretty handsome. we're you a male model or something?" she worked in a design company but from time to time they would have to do commercials with models. if he wasn't, well he had the looks to become one if he wanted. he had the height, face, and built for it. she looked away from him, but listened for his answer, as she walked into his room. all the boxes were shut so they would just need to unpack the things. she was sure they were just some house decorations and kitchen utensils. "the closet should be empty. so you won't have a problems putting your belongings there. if you want, we can move the boxes to the living room so they won't disturb you." she said, not wanting them to bother him since he was going to be living with her from now on.

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His attention peaked at the question regarding his occupation before his arrival here, although the mention of him being a male model caused the blonde to shake his head in amusement, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Tobias never considered himself 'handsome', he thought he was average and left it at that despite some people now including Frida have asked if he's been in a modeling business. "Despite being a pretty boy," he began, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched her make his way around the room, "No, I haven't been in the modeling business, I was actually a mechanic until the ol' shack got closed, and I would do some racing from time to time." He missed that place; it was like a second home to him and a place to relieve himself of troubles he'd had to eventually return to. But once the owner of the place passed away his wife decided to shut it down, saying she wouldn't be able to keep up the place despite him and his buddies offering to take it over for her. He gazed at the boxes in the room as she began to mention moving them, shrugging momentarily as he shifted his attention towards the rather roomy closet, "I think they're all right here, I won't force you to move them until you're ready to unpack them," he murmured before offering her a smile. He didn't want to disturb her too much or throw her off whatever flow she had going; he was a temporary guest and therefore he would act as such, he didn't need to divulge in her life.

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frida || twenty-three || hungry

frida squatted down and picked up a box, letting out a loud grunt at how heavy it was. though, she didn't give up as she lifted it up in her arms after adjusting her strength to the weight of the box. "no, i can't just leave the boxes here. how can i let you live in such a messy room.", she said with a small frown, since she didn't want him living in a room with random stuff in it that wasn't his. she turned away from him as she headed out of the room, setting the box in the corner of the livingroom. "If you wait until you let me unpack them you will never get rid of these boxes. it's embarassing, but i'm a pretty lazy person, well busy.", she said with a smile, taking this chance to force herself to unpack soon. she looked over to him before she went back to the room to take another box. her gaze away from him, but she still was attentive if he spoke. "wow, a mechanic. that's pretty cool. you must be super smart to memorize all that stuff. though, i'm surprised you're not working since cars are basically everywhere. wouldn't finding a job be easy?" she wondered. "not that i'm pressuring you to find one right away, just curious.", she added in quickly, since she didn't want to offend him. she lifted another box into her arms before she waddled her way to the livingroom. she placed the box down before she turned her head to look at him, letting our a small laugh. "w-wait, like an actually racer. or like that cool street racing stuff that are shown in movies.", she said, suddently interested since it sounded fun. she was constantly surrounded by squares at her work and no one could speak about their wild adventures since they could get fired. she took a moment to stop and catch her breath. "sounds like you've had quite a life."

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As soon as she began to move the boxes, Tobias grabbed a box which happened to have quite the weight to it, what does she have in this thing? he thought as he carried it into the living room. He continued on with other boxes until he heard her mention him simply just finding another job. His brows furrowed at the mention as he carried and set another box out in the living room, stopping for a moment, "Shops that are hiring are hard to come by," he began, turning his gaze to her, "But i'm sure sometime they'll have to open something up...also yeah it's kind of difficult to remember all that stuff for fixing them up," he licked the bottom of his lip in thought, "But you learn as you go along." He watched her stop and meet his gaze, beginning to mention his racing hobby which brought a bit of a devious smirk to his lips, "Street racing; I did it with some of my buddies and other groups around in the city, I was their 'mechanic' and would fix up their cars for them and the such." He looked back on those memories fondly, it was when he felt life was simpler. He didn't have much to worry about other than getting caught by the cops; then again one of his buddies was an officer. "It's real fun but I had to give it up because of my girlfriend...or ex-girlfriend rather, but yeah I guess I did have quite the life."