"Who's that?" The redhead gestured towards the limo body in the others arms. Edd exhaled a breath he didn't even realize he was holding in. "It's Tord.." he answered quietly, and with that the ginger pulled his head in his door.
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The coffee brown haired had brought the Norwegian into his apartment. He plopped him onto his couch without a care. Walking over to the fridge, he pulled it open. Greeted by his favorite fizzy drink, cola, Edd smiled a bit. Pulling the bottle from the cold containment, he grabbed a small, plastic cup from the cabinet.
The Norwegian sat up slowly as he was startled awake, when the other dropped them. He looked over at the other in green, and scowled "Sorry to be a burden Edward.." Edd just glanced as unscrewed the cap, then tipped the bottle.
"It's fine?" Edd stated as if it was more of an question. Silence filled the room, the sizzling of the fizzy drink could be heard from the Norwegian's position.
The Brit and the Norwegian sat there, in silence, as the Brit gulped down his cola. After he finished he finally spoke up
"You really damaged them"
Edd's words where cold, filled with venom. Tord looked down, eyes filled with sorrow "Not just physically, but mentally." Tord couldn't find the right words to reply to the green Brit. Edd snickered, knowing that when Tord was guilty he would never dare to make eye contact. Never the less even speak.
Edd perched his head on his hand. "Oh, yeah Tom" Tord glanced up at the green hoodied, tears pricking his eyes "He has to take therapy classes now"
And with that Edd left the room the last thing he had said was 'The blankets are in the closet to the right"
'Saying sorry isn't going to fix this' Tord thought to himself. All he really wanted was to go on a walk right about now. Gulping, he wrote a small note, and walked out of the apartment.
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Tom scowled as he stared at the door he just shoved his friend out of.
Grabbing a bottle out of his liquor cabinet, popping it open, and taking a sip. The witness sighed as he walked over to the window that was letting in the soft glow of the moon. Sitting next to it he was enjoying the burn of the alcohol, named smirnoff.
Suddenly, The Brit felt warm liquid flowing down his cheeks. 'When had I started crying? And why?' Tom questioned as he whipped the tears from his face.
Tom turned slightly as he heard the door of Edd's apartment opening. Taking another sip, the eyeless Brit dragged himself over to his door slowly. Opening it only to see the commie himself at his door, looking like he was ready to knock.
"What the fuck do you want." Tom's tone was sharp, cutting into the horn haired male like a knife. With a shaky breath "Look, Tom I came here because-"
The Brit cut Tord off with a sigh "Look Tord. I could care less if your sorry or not. And what are you going to do if I don't accept your apology? Jump into my arms, and cry like a baby?" The communist's face flushed with pure. Embarrassment. "Now! Go walk your preprocessing ass away from my apartment. Will ya?" The eyeless brits accent was strong.
Even if Tord could easily take the other down he turned around slowly. Tom shut the door as he slid down it letting out a sigh. Tord was roughly about two feet taller than him! He could easily kill him.
Tom groaned quietly as he pulled himself from the ground, then walked to his room.
(618 words nice. So I have an head cannon that whenever Tord is guilty he NEVER dares to make eye contact :U
Also Tom is an sass-a-frass asshole ;))
