Song- Caravan Place - Aftermath
"It's from Edd," Tom mutters, more to the room than Tord, "excuse me." Tom gets up and briskly walks towards his bedroom, leaving Tord alone in the living room. Tord raises a questioning eyebrow as he watches Tom leave, but turns to face forward to continue watching the telly.
After a few minutes of Tord sitting awkwardly on Tom's couch by himself, Tom returns. Before Tord could ask what Edd wanted, Tom answered that for him,
"Apparently they both won't be off 'till ten-ish. So you're sleeping here tonight," Tom paused to look at Tord who just nodded, "I guess breakfast will be at Edd's, from what I could understand." Tord gave a small nodd and they both went back to watching a shity dramatic comedy._
Tord pulled the blanket closer to his chest as he shifted onto his side, being careful to not roll off the couch. He let out a small sigh, it felt good to not sleep against a tree or on the ground again. Even if he was starting to get a little crick in his neck from the armrest. He moved so that he could lay down a bit more flush with the couch, it was an old looking couch, tattered in some places but it was comfy nonetheless. This day had felt so long he was ready to go to bed, Tord smiled slightly happy to get one of the best sleeps he would of had in a while._
Tord jolted awake to the sound of Tom's bathroom door slamming shut, and who he assumed was Tom, throwing up. Tord sat up fully to look at the now closed door, the blanket he was tangled in falling down to his waist. He could hear a groan before a toilet flushed and a sink being turned on. There was some splashing sounds, something else being gargled and then spat out. Tom emerged from the bathroom, he walked right passed Tord ignoring his existence, his hand cupped around something.Tom walked into the kitchen then grabbed a glass filling it with water, Tord turned back around. He moved into one corner of the the couch making room for a grumpy looking Tom. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and scowling, muttering to himself about his raging headache. Tord sat quietly watching Tom grumble.
"I gotta get rid of this hangover before breakfast." Tom groaned in annoyance as he rubbed his temple and leaned back on the couch, sliding down so that only his torso was on the couch which left his legs supporting themselves like he was sitting normally.Tom's phone beeped causing Tom to let out a small, pained groan. He pulled his phone from his jeans pocket,
"Edd says breakfast is ready," Tom grumbled lowly, as he put his phone away and set down the glass, "follow me." Tord stood up quickly and ran his fingers through his hair, at an attempt to smooth it out some. Tom rolled his eyes at Tord before he walked back into the bathroom emerging with a hair brush and a container of gel, "Here." He tossed the hair products at Tord.Tord had a small smile on his face as Tom knocked on Edd's door, his hair felt a little bit better now. A smiling Edd opened the door and grabbed both boys by the arm, dragging them in the direction of his kitchen. He let them go in front of his small dining table, it was a wooden table with four chairs around it. There was a cut going though the middle of the table width wise where you could add an extension if you wanted to. Tom sat across from Matt and Tord took one of the end chairs, the farthest one from the the kitchen itself where Edd was, he was currently adding the finishing touches to the food, which happened to be blue berry pancakes and of course don't forget the syrup, with a side of bacon and fruit just to be healthy.
Edd placed the food in front of every one respectively, before going back to the counter to grab drinks. Hungover Tom got coffee, Matt got orange juice, Tord got his tea then took his medication and Edd poured himself some Apple juice. The trio and Tord sat around having a lazy morning conversation, nothing very eventful until Matt asked,
"I need someone to practice on, I have to get this new look down for the next shoot can one of you guys help me?" Edd and Tom looked at each other wearily, they both had played make up stand for Matt before, it wasn't something they particularly enjoyed doing. Besides Edd desperately needed a long nap at this point, and Tom well, with his hangover couldn't endure a makeover for long.Edd opened his mouth to say something to Matt but before he could, Tord interrupted him,
"I could help you Matt." He offered, smiling and eager to help. In turn Matt offered him a smile back,
"Thanks Todd!" Matt chirped cheerfully as he shoved a quarter of a pancake in his mouth. They all went back to eating and chatting comfortably, Matt told 'Todd' to follow him back to his apartment once they were both finished with their breakfasts.Sense Tord was going to help Matt, Tom offered to help Edd with breakfast clean up. Tom pulled Tord over to the side while Matt and Edd were tossing out some trash.
"Once you're done at Matt's you can come back to my place to sleep if you want. Or to just grab your stuff or whatever." Tom murmurs awkwardly as he shifts from foot to foot, moving his checkered bracelet down as far as it would go on his wrist. Tord raised his eyebrows in surprise at Tom, he was confused that Tom would want him to sleep at his place again.
"Oh!" Tord replied, his surprise seeping over into his voice, "If you'll let me, sure." Tord smiled sheepishly, Tom nodded and walked over to where Edd was. Matt lightly skipped until he was at Tord's side.
"Ready?" Matt beamed, Tord with a slight smile nodded and followed Matt as they left Edd's apartment.
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The Traitor and The Communist
FanficAfter failing to get his giant robot Tord gets kicked out of the Red Army, without a home or food Tord must go back to some old flatmates for help. (Updates every Friday/Saturday if I can) Warnings: swearing, The end spoilers, and some mild viol...