Matt hums to himself, brushing and straightening his hair with a purple comb. As he sets it down he admires his reflection in the mirror in front of him, making finger guns and smirking.
"Mhm. Hello handsome. You look ravishing today." He says.
"Really?! Well thank you! You're good looking yourself!" He gasps, pretending his reflection complimented him back.
He blows his reflection a kiss before noticing a smudge of hot chocolate on the left of his formidable chin. He gasps in horror at it.
"Oh no! That simply won't do! Wet wipes to the rescue!"
Matt reaches for a packet of wet wipes on his dressing table and pulls one out of the packet, dabbing the leftover hot chocolate mark tentatively.
"Matt are you done getting ready yet?" Sophie calls, knocking on his apartment door. "We're only going out for breakfast, not Hollywood."
"I still need to look perfect regardless, Soph! What if I meet someone as beautiful as me while we're out?" He sighs lovingly into the mirror. "I need to be stunning!"
"We need to go Matt or else we'll probably miss the breakfast hour." Edd adds.
"But Eeeedd..."
"....Oh, fine. We'll give you another minute."
"Yay!!"
Matt smiles, continuing to hum to himself. He tosses the wipe into the bin upon the chocolate smudge being gone.
"Ah, much better!"
As Matt looks into the mirror, his eyes fall on where he once had a bruise under his right eye. He puts a hand on his cheek, remembering how Tord inflicted the bruise on his face.
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"Hey Matt! I bet I can press more buttons than you can!"
"Oh yeah? Well I'll show you!"
"Ooh!! This is a BIG button!"
"NO!"
"...m-my face..."
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He hit his chin on the floor very hard as well that day after Tord punched him in the face.
"Matt!" Tom yells, bringing him back to reality.
"Okay I'm coming!"
The ginger leaves his room and apartment to see Tom, Edd and Sophie waiting for him.
"Finally. I thought you'd get stuck in front of your mirrors forever." Edd chuckles softly.
"Can we go now Edd? I'm starving." Tom groans, rubbing the corner of his eye-socket with a finger.
"Yeah of course. Are you okay though? You've been doing that since we started waiting for Matt." Edd asks, a little worried for his friend.
"No no, I'm okay. Just a bit of an itch. Let's just move already."
As they begin walking through the hall, a door just next to the elevator opens. Out steps a man with blond hair and a butt-chin holding some shopping bags.
Mark.
"Oh, it's you four." He says, closing the door.
"Oh, hey Mark." Edd waves. "Uh, how's Eduardo doing?"
"Miserable as hell. But it has been a couple of months since the funeral still, so it makes sense." He sighs. "Anyway, can't chat. I have errands to run."
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(MOVED TO AO3) Time Travel Trouble - An Eddsworld Fanfic
FanfictionTord knew in order to pursue his dream he'd have to leave the comforts of home in England and say goodbye to his old friends, giving them his word he'd return someday. What he DIDN'T know was the mess he'd return to 5 years later. The house has been...
