TOMTORD SIN

Disapproval

Btw I always post stuff when it's a draft and then finish it while it's already published. Just a clarification!

---Tord's POV---

My eyes rest on the table, doing anything to ignore Tom's stare. I don't even dare to even so much as glance at those, those... terrifying... soulless ...beautiful, black pits of "eyes".

Edd had invited me back, accepted because I had nowhere else to turn to. The Red Army disposed of me and placed Pau and Pat in charge.

My second in commands.

All because I had failed my mission with the Giant Robot. Apparently, that's what I get after screwing up once, after all those years of being those ungrateful bastards leader...

"THEY TREATED ME LIKE TRASH!" I slam my fist on the table rattling the bowls and spilling matts cereal.

Edd and Matt's mindless chatting immediately ceases and all eyes turn to me burning into my head. But I'm still staring downward.

---Tom's POV---

"The Hell...?"

No doubt about it now, the incident affected him. Personally, I thought he was soulless.

But...he's never done this before.

No mind, it's terrifying watching his cold gray eyes turn glassy, ice stinging his gaze.

I eye Edd, who has a look of confusion, worry, and horror plastered on his face.

"Um, T-Tord, are you, okay...?" He softly speaks, the horror draining from his face and worry replacing it.

"Edd...I don't...I..." He pauses and eyes everyone in the room, but me.

"Just...just give me some time to think." He finishes, before standing up and making his way out of the room.

"Bastard Commie." I whisper under my breath, warranting a look of disapproval from Edd.

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