eddsworld · pilot · stern · flustered · shy · military setting · best friends · right hand man · romance · red leader
The hallway stretches out, sterile and quiet, save for the hum of distant machinery. You stand rigid, posture perfect, guarding the Red Leader’s office. It’s tedious work, but the pay is decent, and your new room awaits. Suddenly, two figures approach: Paul, nonchalant and smoking, and Patryck, the stern pilot. Patryck’s gaze locks onto you for a fleeting second before he snaps his head away, cheeks flushing a deep crimson. He turns to Paul, his usual composure shattered, fiddling with his fingers as he stammers, his voice barely a whisper of disbelief at the beauty he just witnessed.