The Traitor and The Communist

Baby Steps

Song- Nothing Lasts by: BedRoom

Tom gestured for Tord to follow him before starting to walk away. Tord scrambled off the couch to follow Tom, they headed into the other room Tord still clutching his duffle close to his chest. They entred Tom's kitchen and Tom told Tord to sit whilst pointing at a kitchen chair. Tord obliged and Tom sat across from him.

"So you'll have to take your medicine soon, so what do you want to eat with it?" Tord leaned back, what did he want? The Red Army wasn't known for its food, it was a step above slop, same thickness plus the same ugly grey colour, but you had less food poisoning when you ate it.
"Honestly," Tord responded, "just a standard breakfast would be nice." Tom nodded and started grabbing ingredients and utensils to make a good old breakfast.

"Do you want to help?" Tom asks over his shoulder. Tord nods, and walks over to the kitchen counter.
"Pass me the eggs please." Tom gestured over his shoulder in the direction of the eggs. Tord wattled over to them and passed them to Tom.
"So, why did you want a normal breakfast out of anything?" Tom questioned Tord,
"Oh well I guess it's just something I haven't had in long time, and it's simple I guess." Tord shrugged and grabbed some bacon and placed it beside Tom. Tord messed with his sweater cuff and shifted from foot to foot as Tom continued to cook.
"Hey Tom?" Tord rubbed the back of his neck with his robot arm, Tom hummed in response. "What exactly do you do? Like catering wise." Tom tossed away a few bits of garbage in a small bin and started cooking some bacon as he responded,
"Well I do some basic preparation work and delivery."

Tord nodded and asked another question,
"Whats the studio like anyway?" Tom gave Tord a sideways glance and answered with another question,
"Why do you keep asking so many questions?" He snapped, Tord looked down and folded in on himself a little,
"Sorry." Tord looked a little like a kicked puppy.

Regaining his composure, Tom sighed,
"Fine," Tom pulled out a few plates from the cupboard beside him, and Tord brightened up a bit, "it's like a normal movie studio I suppose. There's a couple of buildings, all of which I deliver to. There's a whole bunch of people, but I guess that's pretty much what you'd expect."

Tom plated the food and they sat down to eat. Tord took a bite and started wolfing it down, the eggs were so fluffy and the bacon just the perfect amount of crispy.
"This is really good!" Tord said ecstaticly between bites. Tom muttered a thanks as he ate, and watched Tord excitedly eat.

Tord finished last surprisingly and followed Tom to the sink,
"Do you want to help again or?" Tord nodded vigorously and started grabbing dishes,
"Wait what about your arm?" Tom points to Tords robotic arm,
"Eh, it has a water proof coating." Tord states as he turns on the sink and rolls up his sleeves, Tom shrugs and grabs a dish towel. Tord grabs the soap and puts way to much into the sink Tom rolls his eyes slightly the only indication of him doing so is his eyebrows and eyelids. Whatever using too much soap was an accident Tom thinks to himself, as Tord begins washing a plate and flings a few soapy bubbles at Tom. In response Tom just raises an eyebrow at him and just assumes it's another accident.

Then once Tord starts washing a pan and another wave of bubbles are flung in Tom's direction does he realizes that, Tord is doing this on purpose. Tom flicks a few of the bubbles from the corner of the sink at Tord as a rebuttal. Tord sets down the clean pan on the counter but slaps some more bubbles at Tom, in retaliation Tom gives Tord a little smirk and scoops some bubbles up in his hands, then jolts his hands at Tord causing the bubbles to fly onto the front of Tord's sweater and stick.

Tord gives Tom a playful glare and simply states "Its on." Before hitting the mountain of bubbles in such a way that sends a tsunami of bubbles at Tom, getting water and bubbles all over the front of his hoodie too. The two playfully slap bubbles at each other, getting soapy water all over the counter top, the floor, and themselves. Consequently making more of a mess rather than cleaning up.

Tord hit the bubbles creating a monsoon, making Tom's hair wet flattening his spiky hair into looking more like a palm tree's leaves, soapy water ran down his head getting his face and sweater wet and soapy.
In turn Tom doused Tord with a bubbley wave, Tords hair got hit turning his main two spikes into smaller points, a few smaller bubbles ran down his face onto his sweater.

Tord started to smile as he splashed Tom once more, Tom's smirk widened as he thought of a wave to end all waves. He slammed his hand into the middle of the sink, sending his wave air born drenching both Tord as well as himself. Tord laughed at the sight of Tom, whose hair was flat and stuck to his face. They both looked clearly soaked, their sweaters sticking to themselves, getting their shirts wet too. Tom used the water in his hair to slick it back,
"We should probably clean up for real now." Tord chuckled and nodded, grabbing a plate.

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Tom sighed contently and tossed the last of the damp towels into a basket, wiping his hands on his dry change of clothes and dropping onto the couch. Tord curled up in the corner of the couch, enjoying the warmth of the spare of clothes Tom lent him, the fluffyness of the couch beneath him and the warm coffee in his hand. Tom turned on the telly, sat slouched and comfortably with his legs out stretched.

A comfortable atmosphere hanged in the air as the two sat and watched the telly. The two sat quietly, Tord finished his coffee and sat it to the side, a little while after that Tom's phone went off.
"It's from Edd,"