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Paul's Approval?

Paul: Take your pick.

Tom: Smirnofffff?

Paul: *points over to the shelf full of it* Just turn the light off when you're finished. *Pulls up a mug of cider*

Tom: Ah okay. *He doesn't want to be rude*

Paul: Take as much as you want. There's more in the back. But the best part is, Pat is clueless about it.

Tom: Your joking! He has no idea??

Paul: No clue.

Tom: Oh my god! *He laughs a little bit*

Paul: *chuckles* You seem like a good guy.

Tom: You too! *He smiles*

Paul: Well?

Tom: *Grabs a bottle* Well better get a glass.

Paul: Nah. Only for the kegs.

Tom: So the whole thing?

Paul: Why not?

Tom: Fine by me! *He reaches for the light* Lets go.

Paul: Loosen up, it's just a bunch of guys in a house. Pat will stay sober, Tord Will probably find my cider keg. So why not take a few more?

Tom: Hm. Okaaaay? *He grabs a few more and goes for the light*

Paul: *gets the torch on his phone ready* We ought to head up.

Tom: *Turns out the light* Yup!

Paul: *leads the way upstairs*

Tom: *Follows and thinks*

Paul: *calls for his son*

Tom: *Worries about the shirt ordeal*

Tord: *appears in the blink of an eye still wearing Tom's shirt, but sweatpants as as well* Yeaaaaaaaa?

Tom: *Looks at Tord* Hi

Tord: *keeps focus on his dad's orders*

Paul: Whose shirt is that, and have you done anything with Pineapple here? Be honest.

Tord: It's.. his. And N-No, I did not do anything with him.

Tom: *He mentally sighs and looks at Paul*

Paul: *slaps Tord* You know the rules on lying.

Tom: Oh jeez!

Tord: *winces* Yeah.. Larsans don't lie..

Paul: What did you two do?

Tom: *Tenses* ...I…. I seduced Tord... *He takes the heat*

Paul: And what did HE do?

Tom: He… let me..

Paul: I HATE liars.

Tom: *Gets spooked and heads into a panic*

Tord: … I blew him.

Paul: Why didn't you say you were a sub?

Tom: Sub?.. *He doesn't understand*

Paul: Don't worry about it. But Tord, that's NO reason to lie.

Tord: I know…

Paul: Therefore, No guns for a week.

Tord: *mutters*

Paul: I don't give a fuck about whether you have to service the rifles or not. You're gonna have to wait.

Tom: *Stands there awkwardly*

Paul: Sorry Tom.

Tom: For what?

Paul: Making you feel awkward while I tell Tord off.

Tom: It’s fine, it’s just you doing your parent duties.

Tord: Sorry…..

Tom: *Looks at Tord* You don’t have to say sorry to me Tord..

Tord: *glances over at Paul*

Tom: *Keeps quiet*

Paul: Go find Patryck and put on some bandages.

Tord: *saunters off*

Tom: *Uncomfortable*

Paul: I prooooobably shouldn’t have slapped him.

Tom: *In no position to question Paul’s actions so he just listens*

Paul: Welp, it’s too late now. It was probably harsh to take away his guns too.

Tom: May… be?...

Paul: I’m gonna go talk to him, feel free to do whatever.

Tom: *Holds up a thumbs up*

Paul: *goes off to find Tord*

Tom: *Takes in the new scents again*

*it smells like burning roses*

Tom: Hm? *He slightly follows the smell*

*A vase of flowers is ablaze in the foyer*

Tom: *Grabs the vase and puts it out in the kitchen sink*

Tord: *comes in with bandages on his face again*

Tom: Tord. You might wanna tell your parents not to put their flowers where they set them.

Tord: Oh. Okay.

Tom: Are you okay? That looked like it hurt..

Tord: He doesn't hit hard, it just leaves a mark and a little sting.

Tom: Okay as long as you're okay.

Tord: I'll be alright.

Tom: Okay.

Tord: What do you wanna do now-- Oh, dad gave you vodka. Okay!

Tom: I'm not planning on drinking. I'm just really scared of your dad.

Tord: why's that?

Tom: I don’t know why… I want him to like me and not hate me.

Tord: He likes you if he gives you a nickname. Does he call you by your name or not?
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Hi author here!! Sorry its so short I had to split the chapter due to too many words -0-;