The Traitor and The Communist

The Oceans Peril

Song- Freaking Out In The Neighborhood By: Mac DeMarco

"Here Ringo." Tord shakes a small container full of cat treats causing it to rattle. Something moves underneath Edd's couch making a series of bumps, but it stays hidden.
"Are you sure there isn't an easier way to do this." Tord complains, Edd shrugs and continues searching through a cupboard in his bookcase pulling out various cat products looking a them for a moment, then putting them away.
"She's always like this when it comes to baths."

Tord blows his bangs out of his eyes and ducks back down under Edd's couch. All he saw was Ringo's eyes reflecting in the darkness before he got bopped on the nose.
"Shit!" Tord recoiled, his hand raced to his nose. "Holy fuck ow." He cupped his nose with both hands now, momentarily bringing the dish of cat treats with his hand, before dropping it.
"Oh cows," Edd got down off his chair and crouched down next to Tord, "let me see."

Edd moves Tord's hands away from his face and looks at Tord's nose. There was a light mark about the size of an average paper cut if not a bit longer.
"Stay here I'll be right back." Edd darts out of the living room towards his bathroom.

The couch made various thumping noises as Ringo moved about under it, she flattened as she crawled out from under it. Tord looked her in the eyes and she blinked slowly at him. He sighed and stuck out his left hand, Ringo walked up to him and rubbed the side of her face against his fingers.
"You're lucky you're cute." Tord muttered as he petted Ringo's head. She was about to lay down on the floor but must've heard Edd coming back, and promptly prowled out of the room.
"Here," Edd passed Tord a band-aid, "let's catch that cat."

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Tord sighed and sat on the hardwood floor. A still slightly damp Ringo ran into Edd's bedroom, her tail as puffed as it could go being wet.
"She's going to hate you forever man." Tord took a drink of the off brand soft drink Edd had passed him. Edd let out a brief laugh,
"She'll get over it, hopefully." The couch sank a bit as Edd sat down on it. Tord stretched out his legs till he heard a satisfying pop from them. A tone rang out from Edd's phone. A smirk turned into a ear to ear smile, Edd slapped his leg.
"Hot dang, Tom got a promotion!"

Tord nodded and smiled,
"Nice." But all he could think about is how he forgot to ask Tom for his number somehow, and Matt's, and Edd's. What the hell was I gonna do if something happened? Tord smiled and nodded as Edd talked. Now solely focused on everything and anything that could've gone wrong because he didn't have any of their numbers. What if something caught on fire, what if someone caught on fire, oh jeez. Tord kept nodding and smiling, now a bit strained as Edd talked. He was completely infatuated with his concerns. What if someone got hurt? What if I went out with someone and I didn't know where we were and one of us got taken? Or hurt? Or more lost? Oh man. The aluminum can crunched in Tord's hand. Oh man, oh jeez, oh man, oh jeez, oh shit, oh fuck. What if Tom-.

"Tord!" Edd yelped. Tord blinked a couple of times and felt that his leg was wet. The can of soda was crushed, the aluminium now jagged threating to stab Tord's hand. Spilt off brand soft drink was now on Tord and the floor.

"Oh. Oh! Oh shit. I'm so sorry!" Tord released the can, the robotics in his arm making a small release sound as it let out some of the pent up air pressure. Tord could hear his heart beat in his ears.
"I'll clean this up, fuck, sorry." Tord said as he went to stand up. Edd put his hand out, making Tord freeze in his place. Edd dug around in his pocket and tossed some keys at Tord,
"Go grab a change of pants from Tom's and I'll clean this up, okay?" Edd stood up and brushed off his pants.
"It's fine man, I've spilt stuff hundreds of times." Edd gestures to his shirt, then he claps Tord on the back and quickly laughs again,
"Just don't do that tonight or they might kick you out, though I suppose they didn't kick Tom out yet so you're in luck!" Edd ends his sentence with a bark of laughter and heads towards the kitchen.