After finding yet another black feather, Tom and Edd's trust for Tord slowly started to wear away. Edd found himself thinking back to any clues of his friends wings being black. Then he remembered something, the day he had gone to help look for Tord's eyepatch he looked under his bed. Edd remembered the gun under his friends bed. He tried pushing these thoughts away, he didn't want to think of it. Why did these thoughts keep coming back? Maybe because he believed it too much. Edd continues to think these things, sitting at his desk and mindlessly doodling.
Tom and Tord sit around in the living room. Tord grumbles something, standing up to walk away. Tom raises an eyebrow, then grins as a devilish thought enters his mind. Tom sticks out his foot as Tord goes to walk, tripping the Norski. He lets out a small Yelp as he falls face first on the floor. Tom begins to laugh at the mindless prank.
"Yeah, real fuckin' funny, Tom." Growls Tord, glaring at him from the floor.
"I know right!"
"Screw you and your sarcasm."
"Nah, I quite like my sarcasm." Tom humms, standing up to walk away.
"Hey! Don't just leave me here, help me up!" Tord yells, holding out his robotic arm to be helped up.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Grumbles Tom, grabbing Tord's robotic arm replacement and giving it a hard tug.
Click.
All the weight vanishes from the other end of the arm, leaving Tom in confusion. What was that click? He looks down, stifling a laugh to see the arm detached from the commie.
"Don't you dare." Tord growls. Tom covers his mouth, tears bubbling in his eye sockets before breaking out into laughter. "It's not funny! Shut up!" As Tom continues to laugh, Tord struggles to his feet, snatching his arm from his roommate. He rear re- attaches the appendage with another click, securing it to make sure the same thing doesn't happen again.
Tom struggles to catch his breath, holding his chest and wiping tears from his eyesockets. "T- that was priceless!" He stutters between breaths
"Shut up!" Barks Tord, obviously pissed about being laughed at. Memories of constantly being bullied and taunted fill Tord's mind, he clenches his fists and grits his teeth. His fists shake as he tries not to punch Tkm to a pulp. Instead, Tord grumbles profanities and he walks off to his room.
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Sorry about this huge hiatus, I've been dealing with a lot of things. I hope to continue wrighting, I could use some suggestions and support.. Thanks!