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THE SOUP (TordEdd)

Ugh. That is how Tord felt right now.

Ugh.

Just ugh.

"Uggggh."

Tord sat up slightly in his bed and fell down into the covers.

He. Was. Bored.

Damn the flu. Damn it to hell.

Wait- hells actually not a bad place.

Damn it too Toms room.

"Heh."

Tord sighed. He blinked lazily and looked over at his open door.

He smelt something.

OH MY GOD.

Edd was making the chicken noodle fukkin soup and Tord's was watering just thinking about that soup and oH MY GAWD.

Tord tried to sit up again, and succeeded in only strengthening his headache.

Ugh.

IS THE SMELL COMING CLOSER?

Edd walked into the room with a rather large bowl of mouth watering chicken noodle soup. Tord gawked at the soup, then at Edd, then at the soup, then at Edd-

"Yes, I made the friggin soup."

Tord would've screamed if his throat didn't hurt.

HE MADE THE SOOOUP!

Edd sat down next to Tord and placed the Soup on his bedside table. He helped Tord sit up and put pillows behind him. Edd then placed the bowl of soup into Tord's hands.

Tord stared at it.

THE FUKKIN SOUP WAS IN HIS HANDS.

"Eat the soup or I'll give it to Ringo."

Tord looked up at Edd, then the soup.

He downed that soup so fucking quick, o h m y g o d T o r d.

Tord looked up at Edd, with a look only whom have been given the soup can give.

"The soup."

"The. Soup. Thank. You. O h my god. The sssoup. I thought it was a legend."

Edd chuckled.

"Get some rest ya big dumb dumb."