"Yanno, ive always hated my parents." Tord muttered under his breath. The two of them were laying in Tord's double king bed, shoulder to shoulder.
"How come?" Tom asked, subconsciously fiddling with his visor. The conversation had been building up since midnight, starting of with mediocre topics, only to delve into shit like this.
"They disowned me," tord stated ever so calmly, eye staring into the darkness of the ceiling. "Obviously not just that though. Im not that petty."
"Wouldn't put it past you." Tom bantered, nudging Tord's side with his elbow.
"How mean," tord dramtisised, faking a quiet sob. "Seriously though. Last time I tried to call them my dad just told me he didnt have a son."
"Before or after world domination?"
"In the middle."
"Have you tried reconnecting with them recently? " tom was met with silence, then a hum before a hand grasped his, pulling hin off of the bed. "Hey, wh- Tord!"
"shut up, you'll wake the whole base. I need to show you something."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Tom scrambled after Tord, his hand still in a firm grip.
"You're coming to meet my parents."
Obviously, tom didnt know how to reply. Wasn't tord just sombre about them a minute ago?
Things chanhed then they entered on of tord provate offices. There, hanging on the opposite wall, were two human skin suits. Tom assumed these to be tords mother and father.
"Wh.. what,,?"
"Tom! Meet my parents!" Tord turned and looked at tom almost insanely. "I can talk to them whenever I want now! And they won't say shit about it!"
BWAHAHAH WHY DID I WRITE THIS JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
