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Tom

Tom came home at about 3:00 in the morning. He was able to keep quiet, barely stumbling in the house as he was obviously drunk. Tom held the railing of the stars up to his room. He was almost in the clear until he tripped over a checkered box. "What the everloving fuck is dis shhit!" Tom cursed loudly, now having troubling getting up off the floor. Tom stood up after some time and mumbled profanity under his breath as he shuffled through his pockets to find his keys to open his room door. He checked his front pockets, his back, his sweater, his wallet, then repeated a good 4 times before kicked his door. "God fucking shit!-" Tom had officially lost or locked his keys in his room. He sat outside his door extremely pissed, mumbling how much he hated locked and boxes and doors and stairs. Tom glared at the box that he tripped over, wanting to burn it for making him trip but his gasoline was in his room. Tom frowned as he thought of what to do, not sure if he should leave before the Others come out and get upset that he's drunk or stay outside his door, try to think of a solution only to pass out. Tom hummed as he held his spinning head. It was way too much thinking in that moment, at least his mind wasn't on Tord.