Tomtord ♡

not drunk anymore, but that backlash is 0/10

Tord awoke to a horrible ache in his head and stomach, his surroundings were blurry....wait where was he?! Then it hit him, all of the memories of him apoligi-not apologizing...but being excepted? By edd and maybe Matt. Tord pressed down on his stomach softly and winced at the burning pain, Tom had most definitely not forgiven him yet.
Tord stands shakily lifts his mechanical ar-wait, where was his arm?!!?! He looked around as his eyes became used to the rooms dim lighting.
He sighed and thought of what to say, he didn't recognize this room at all....'help me' could convince them he wasn't some communist bastard for a short while. Or 'Please help me' because that just had a nice ring to it. Tord decided on please help me after realizing that it'll make him sound a lot more helpless then he actually was.
As much as it hurt him to say it, he yelled out "Please help me!!" In a shrill voice and waited for any kind of response. (I'll finish this later maybe, and I finished part one of this is you didn't see it)
"Hes up!" Is all that Tord heard from the room, along with two sets of footsteps running towards the door.
He smirked, Edd and Matt. He knew that no matter what they would take him back, they loved him. He was their friend no matter how many times he betrayed them.
Tord let his smirk fall and turned it into the most afraid face he could dig up.
'Just in time' he thought as the door swung open. (Finish this later, my ELAR teacher keeps looking over here and I have to switch tabs to my other thing)

(I'm writing in ELAR again lmao)

Tord let out a fake whimper as Edd and Matt helped him out of the basement and up the stairs.
"Sorry about your arm, Tom won't give it back" Edd said as he laid Tord onto the couch.
"I can just go get it" Tord said, sitting up and pushing ends hand off his shoulder lightly.
"Tom...really doesn't want to see you right now." Edd said, smiling nervously.
"How drunk is he?" Tord questioned, holding back a smirk.
"Hes cleaned out the fridge of all the Alcohol" Edd said before looking at the stairs that lead to Tom's room.
"If he's really that drunk, I'll be fine" Tord said, standing up and brushing off his coat.
"Okay..." Edd said, reaching over and lightly grabbing Matt's hand. (I'm gonna start a new part :p)