Tom didn't sleep that night. He just couldn't, which was to be expected. Who could sleep when there was a murderer two doors down.
The eyeless Brit sighed, rotated his head slightly, just to check the time. Six o'clock, or six o'three to be exact. Wow, just realizing what time it was made him tired. How could anyone sleep if their eyelids where taped to the top of their head? How long had he even been starring at these old walls? After he had seen the commie he went to his room. That was around twelve.. so six hours?
He groaned and dragged himself from the warm embrace of his bed. Not even bothering to at least put on some decent clothes, he walked out, and towards his friends apartment.
I mean why not walk around in boxers, tank top, and socks at six AM?
Edd knew Tom had always had trouble sleeping. He mostly drank to fall asleep, but most people think it's an addiction. Which Tom had told him he'd rather have people thinking that than worrying about his insomnia.
Edd had use to allow the eyeless Brit to come into his room, and talk with him about whatever is on his mind. Even if it was at one AM or so. Only now does Tom just sit and wait for Edd to wake up, which is usually around five or six.
The Brit pushed open the door with a creek. No Edd. This surprised him, He is a morning person after all. Always loving the morning sunrises. Maybe, it's all that's happening he just decided to sleep on it.
He yawned quietly as he closed the door behind him and made his was towards the kitchen.
Tord's eyes shot open as he heard the door creek open. He knew this wasn't Edd leaving. Edds footsteps where loud, in which he didn't care who heard. These footsteps where quiet, almost noiseless. Definitely not the ginger, he was never a morning person, because of his quote on quote "beauty sleep."
So, it's only safe to assume that the one who's opening the fridge, and pulling out a bottle of Smirnoff is the one and only Thomas.
Tord stood up slowly as he watched the Brit down the beverage. "Why drink your problems away?" The Norwegian questioned. The Norski was only met with a tired glare. "I'm not" he spoke quietly "fucking jackass" he finished after a small sip. Devil horns' brows dipped downwards, obviously not happy with what the other said.
Tom's glare faded as he glanced over to the calendar plastered on the fridge. Tord followed Tom's Black voids in hope to see what he was looking at.
The smaller only groaned "Crap, I have a lesson today" he's obviously exhausted. Like he hasn't slept in a while? Tord shook off that thought, Tom was the heaviest sleeper he'd known back in high school.
"Why not skip then" This rolled off Tord's tongue before he could think. All Tord got was a grunt as if the other had said "why would I ever do that?" Tord just mentally shrugged. Why would someone skip school?
The Brit downed the rest of the bottle and dropped it in the trash. Then, started towards the door. As if it was only enough for him to just fall asleep on. Tord didn't protest his absence he only stood in deep thought on why they didn't fight.
Was tom really that exhausted?
