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Where did you get those wounds?

Matt: Okay. First things first, why the hell are you so happy Tord's back?

Tom: ... I thought he was dead, he was a friend of Edd's and Edd wasn't very happy when he thought he was dead. Good enough?...*Tom takes a drink of smirnoff*

Matt: yeah, good enough. Second off, did you ever have a thing for any of us, including Tord?

Tom: No... *Tom tries to keep a straight face*

Edd: *Adjusts on the couch and thinks to himself*

Matt: okay. Third, are you straight?

Tom: Yes! Matt I'm not gay! *Hesitates*

Matt: okay, last question. What do you think of Tord's face? And his arm?

Tom: It's... guilt tripping to me, it makes him look kind of cool I think... *Tom's cheeks go a light shade of pink*

Matt: Somebody's lying about being straighttttttttt~ *Matt wanders off*

Tom: Matt! You know I'm straight! *Panic*

Tord: *wakes up sweating and trembling*

Tom: Matt you're gonna delete the photos right?? *Voice shows panic* MATT!

Tord: These nightmares are getting worse..

Tom: *Nervous babbling in room*

Tord: *carefully sneaks out of his room, not wanting anyone to see him without bandages*

Tord: *rewraps his face and tends to the pastries in the kitchen*

Tom: *Comes out of his room babbling to himself and goes to the door*

Matt: Where are you going?

Tom: Don't worry about it. *Shuts the door behind him*

Edd: *Asleep on the couch staying away from his bandaged hand*

Tord: *Finishes frosting the pastries and leaves them out, returning to his room*

Tom: *Doesn't come back for a while*

*Time skip brought to you by the pastries*

Tom: *Comes back at almost midnight and quietly stumbles to his room*

Tord: *Finishing up what he started and puts the blade down* {prolly just whittling shit}

Tom: *Door clicks shut*

Tord: *flops down on his bed "admiring" his work*

Tom: *A small sound comes from his room*

Tord: *gets up to investigate*

Tom: *In his room mumbling to himself and wiping a few wounds that were hidden under his hoodie when he walked in*

Tord: Sup, Tom.

Tom: *Jumps and hides the wounds with his hoodie* Hi, I thought you were asleep?

Tord: Heh.. Never.

Tom: Heh.. What's up?

Tord: The sky.

Tom: *Gets up and wanders around the room* Heh nice.

Tord: And where were you?

Tom: Nowhere in particular... out and about...

Tord: Drinking?

Tom: Maybe a little bit..

Tord: Okay then. I'll leave you alone. *starts out the door*

Tom: *Lifts up a hoodie sleeve and starts wiping them off again*