Stuck [TordTom]

Memories

But when I get up, I see a silhouette of a man. I walk closer to see... Red?

He has his left arm in the pocket of his red hoodie while a robot arm? I was right it was a robot arm! Just like Tori's... But it's probably just a coincidence since there are over 8 million people here in London.

He's saying something... I can't hear it though... I peek a little closer and I see blood on his nose. And a small bruise under his eye. He must've gotten into a fight again. He's also smoking a thick cigar. Smoking puffs of smoke into the air.

Wait he's saying something! "Jeg er lei for det, Thomas... beklager..." (I'm sorry Thomas... I'm sorry...") Did he just say my name?... No, no there's over a million people with the same name.

Okay maybe this is my chance to make friends with him! He seems pretty cool. And if Tori goes back to her universe then he'll have no friends again so... I'm doing him a favour. Okay... Act like you just got here. "Red?"He flinches and takes out his left hand to pull his hood further down. "What are you doing here?"

"I Should be asking you the same thing. But since you asked first." I put my hand on my chest. "I come here everyday well after school that is... "

"What about you?" I'm trying to sound cheerful but I can't help but cringe because deep down I know that I'm a big pessimist. "None of your business..." He turned and continued smoking his cigar. "Who are you?...." I ask subconsciously. But he just kept silent. "Well I'm Tom! Thomas Thompson." He continued puffing smoke out of his mouth which made me slightly annoyed that he was ignoring me. "Come on! At least tell me your name!"

"Nope" He shook his head. "Middle name?" I tilted my head. "Don't have one." he shook again. "Last name?"

"None of your god damn business." I huffed at his reply. "Um... What are your interests?" I asked. I few seconds of silence passed and I signed yo the fact I knew he wasn't going to reply. "Guns..." I look up. "Hm?"

"I like shooting things..." Red said as he rubbed his elbow.

Third person POV

"Well I'm not going to judge, since you're over 18." Tom smiled. This is why Tom used to be Tord's best friend. He understood him the most. And accepted him besides the fact that Tord likes hentai. Tom didn't mind Tord reading hentai. But it makes him quite a bit disgusted.

"What else do you like?" Tom asked.
"I like eating and violence..." Tord even though Tom didn't know it was him, replied quietly. "Pfft, obviously." Tom rolled his voids and chuckled while Tord kept a emotionless expression, not that Tom could see. He didn't want to get too close to the brunette. He was afraid that if Tom ever found out who he was then it would just cause more conflict and pain.

"Well... What do you like?..." Tord asked silently, but loud enough for Tom to hear. "Well I love music, art and..." the Brit paused for a moment. "And?" Tord asked beginning to grow a tinsy bit confused. "Promise you won't laugh?" Tom asked. "I haven't laughed since I was 18." Tord replied truthfully. "Stop making everything depressing!" Tom nudged at Tord slightly chuckling. Tord didn't react.

"I like my bear... My stuffed bear..." Tom quietly said while getting ready for the norski to begin teasing him. But all he got was "Oh... Okay." Tom was surprised but also grateful that the devil didn't tease him. Almost everyone he had met and befriended teased him about his bear even Edd and Matt. Everyone except for... "Tord..." The blue boy whispered subconsciously. "What was that?" Tord seemed to have heard him mumble. "N-Nothing... Hey want to play a game?..." The eyeless boy questioned.

Tord sighed. "Look, just because I talked to you doesn't mean we're friends." What Tord told him made the Brit whine slightly. He had never wanted a friend so much in his life. He was fine with being alone, but for some reason his mind, heart and soul are determined to befriend this man. He doesn't know if it's because Tord liked violence and was kinda hot, or if he's just really interesting.