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Tord and Tom were the only ones in the Eddsworld home.
And they absolutely hated it.
They both refused to talk nor acknowledge each other's existence which in full honesty was a bit of a stretch.
But they hated eachother so that's just how the cookie crumbled.
Tord was in the living room watching anime while Tom was in the kitchen cooking food for himself.
Tom had been teetering between headspace's all day, however he did not let his regression win since Tord was there and the fact that none of his friends knew about his regression anyway.
He never wanted any of them to know, specifically Tord.
This would all change however since Tom usually regressed due to either stress or pain.
You probably know what happened next.
Tom was cutting up some vegetables on a chopping board with a huge knife, his regression practically begging on being released.
Tom was not paying attention to what he was doing and sure enough it happened.
Tom winced in pain as he accidentally cut himself with the knife, regression hitting him full force.
He then did the only thing his regressed mind could think of, cry.
Tom wailed as he plopped down on the ground with a thud, holding his finger in attempt to stop the bleeding.
Tord could hear the sounds of sobs coming from the kitchen, confusion sparking him.
Why was Tom crying?
He was starting to get sick of Tom's cries so he reluctantly got up after pausing the anime he was watching.
He entered the kitchen about to tell Tom to "shut up" however he was stopped by the sight of Tom on the ground.
Why was he acting like a toddler?
Tord then awkwardly pat Tom's back, not really sure on what else to do.
"Tom this is so stupid, stop crying" Tord said annoyingly, having no clue that the other was in a headspace.
Tom sniffled slightly as he looked up at Tord, not even caring that he had just found out.
The poor boy just wanted comfort.
Tom put his hands up into a "grabby" motion which left Tord confused for a few more minutes.
Then he realized.
Tom was obviously an age regressor, how could he be so dense?
Tord picked the little up as he cradled him in his arms.
"What happened bubs? Did you hurt yourself?" Tord asked, cringing at the fact that he was being nice to Tom.
Tom nodded shyly as he showed Tord his finger.
"Aww buddy, let's go clean that up!" Tord said, earning no response from the other which confused him more.
"Bubs, are you feeling nonverbal?" Tord asked softly as he felt a nod on his shoulder.
He smiled slightly, only SLIGHTLY.
Tord carried Tom to the bathroom and placed him on the counter.
Tom began swinging his legs as he waited.
Tord cleaned Tom's nasty cut which made the poor boy whine, Tord quickly shushing him as he wrapped his finger with a bandaid.
Tom's mood seemed to suddenly spark as he smiled, reaching out for Tord.
Tord picked him back up and brought him to his room, placing him on the bed.
"Do you have anything you use bubs?" Tord asked as he looked around the room.
Tom nodded as he went over to the closet, receiving his "little" box.
Tom took out a pacifier and put it in his mouth, chewing on it happily as he got out some blocks.
Tord and Tom played for the rest of the day.
Tord thought to himself, "maybe Jehovah's Witness and I can get along." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Sorry that it's so short! I hope you like it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • Words: 624 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • Proofread ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
