"I'm sorry":TomTord REMAKE

Chapter 8: Day One

The next day rolled in. Yesterday they stayed confined. They didn't leave the house. Instead Tom stayed in his room, while Tord remained on the couch.

Tom got up and got dressed. He decided to check on Tord.

He threw his asdf shirt on and a pair of black jeans. Tossing his pjs in the laundry basket next to his bed.

He slipped on his blue hoodie and walked into the living room.

"Hey, Tord."

Tord lifted his head. He was currently sitting on the couch.
"Hallo, Tom."

"Uhm, about yesterday..-"
"Nonsense. I don't want to hear about the past. Focus on the present, focus on now's timing. Okay?"

"..O-Kay." Tom shrugged.

"Anyway, let's get out of this apartment. A park perhaps?"

"Sure..?" Tom smiled a bit.

"Great. Let me get ready. Could I take a shower real quick?"

"Fine by me."

"Okay, thank you." Tord smiled and pecked Toms cheek. Walking into Toms bathroom with a small pile of clothes in his hands.

Tom's 'eyes' went white. His face flushed.

"He just..- ehhh." Tom sighed as he sat on the couch. Black void eyes returning.

Grabbing the remote, he watched the show; 'the cats.' as a distraction from his thoughts.

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Tords POV

I got ready to take my shower. Looking at my robotic arm as I sigh. I placed my left hand onto it, and slowly twisted it. It came off.

I placed it onto the bathroom counter as i stripped out of my clothing.

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Third person POV

Tord stepped in the shower as he let the hot steamy water fell onto his body.

He started to clean himself.
Scrubbing his body and washing his hair. All with left hand.

His shower lasted about 25 mins.

He turned off the water and stepped out. Drying himself with a towel.

"You done yet?" Tom called out from the living room.

"Almost!" Tord replied with a light hearted chuckle.

He got dressed when suddenly he heard his phone ring.

dad.

Read on the caller ID.
Tord furrowed his eyebrows as he picked up the phone.

"Hallo, Paul?"

"Hi son. how long do you plan on being there? the army needs you. like, hehehe. Uhh.."

"Hva Faen happened while I'm away?" Tord gripped onto the phone. Keeping his composure.

"Let's just say.. uh, yellow army is trying to plan on attacking us."

"HVA?!" Tord shouted.
"What on this horrible earth are you thinking?! Did you plan this?!"

"What? Oh nonono! Uh, kinda.. actually."

"PAUL!" Tord shouted in the phone.

"Look it wasn't my fault! Patryck just got pissed off on how yellow leader was being disrespectful to you."

Tord huffed angrily. "Dad, I know how Papa can be. BUT that doesn't mean YOU start a war with somebody who was ON OUR SIDE! We had an ALLIANCE with Yellow!"