Tord. L

Oh my fucking gosh FINE

**He'd proceed to yank @ask-eduardo-eddsworld over by the collar of his shirt,, before kissing him on the lips with. . . A lot of unnecessary aggression. Before pulling away and letting go of (shoving) the other--**

THERE! HAPPY?!

Så irriterende..

¿Qué demonios..??? Wait-

**He'd turn to Eduardo, impatient and evidently too embarrassed for his own good.. He seriously just wanted to get out of here. . .**

WHAT??- What is it. . . ??

You-... why- you- ...

*He stares again, pausing yet again before speaking in a voice that sounds not even close to the one Tord knew. He was being... vulnerable (??) for once..*

"Why did you do that?? I... I'm not even that-... I'm not even good enou-"

*And again, another pause, cutting himself off. He seriously wasn't about to be dead honest with the guy who he was sure hated his guts and vice versa, was he?...*

**He couldn't help but feel a bit like an ass. . . Didn't he like.. Basically play with the other's emotions..? Or some other random shit like that. . . ?? He really didn't know what to say; but he was still pretty damn flustered.. He wasn't one to first initiate 'intimate' interactions. . . He honestly just did it out of purely being rather ticked off- if not riled up by the constant and never ending ask's about kissing Eduardo.. (And maybe something more--?)**

**He'd lightly rub the back of his neck in faint nervousness. . . Because how was he meant to respond?? "Oh yeah, hey! sorry Eduardo for kissing you DIRECTLY on the mouth it's just because some stranger on the internet keep's telling me too and I've been getting REALLY pissed off!!". . . Uggghhh..**

**His Norwegian accent was undeniably thicker now due to his nervousness but also heavy embarrassment and flusteredness..**

.. Ah. U-uhm. . . It was.. Sorta uh. . . Because of.. Uh-. . .

**.. This was.. Nothing like how the normally snarky and fairly stuck up Norwegian acted. . . Flusteredness does a lot to two closeted grown men, huh? Well, truthfully speaking Tord had no.. Valid, response. So now he just felt embarrassed. . . He didn't necessarily mind.. It..?? Ok no no, that's a weird fucking thing to think--**

**. . . Well uh. This was awkward. Well at least for Tord.. If anything Eduardo could be on cloud nine for all he knew--**

Well??.. go on!.. I-I don't have all day!!

*He did, in fact, have all day, and he really wanted to know why the hell Tord had just kissed him. Like, he kissed him!! You shouldn't just kiss someone and then just not explain why!*

*He finally gets up and dusts off his pants before looking back up at Tord, his expression one of anger, confusion, and was that..pain? No, no, it couldn't be... Besides, he didn't even like Tord anyway, how possible is it to let that guy hurt him, right??....*

**Fuck Eduardo now just looked upset.**

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**.. Well shit.**

**Why did he feel so soft?? Nervous-?? His expression only ever relaxed whenever he was alone. . . So why now? Goodness this was so unbelievably humiliating.. This was seriously all too much--**

**He felt his throat tighten in faint remorse.. Regret for his rather foolish actions,, since overall what he did was pretty.. Well, it was pretty much an ass hole move.**

**He'd hesitate in responding once again.. Especially now that Eduardo was actually standing up and rather unusually vulnerable-- but then again, Tord was also unusually soft and he didn't understand why. . . It was honestly fucking him over-**

**Once Tord mustered up enough courage,, he couldn't help but avoid eye contact like a pussy ass bitch. . . Speaking up in a flustered voice, his Norwegian accent unnecessarily thick- but he tried coming off as he 'usually' came off. . . Failing.. Horrendously.**

Ah. . . So uhm.. Y-you.. --! Okay okay-- it was.. Ugghhh. . . An uhm.. An anon.. Asker. . . ? Yeah I've been.. Getting like a bunch of people. . . Telling me to kiss you, n' shit..

.. Sorry..? -

*But he knew that it wasn't Tord's fault, and it scared him how he had accepted it so fast. It hasn't even been ten minutes and he was already being more vulnerable than he had when he got the diagnosis. And even then, through all the devastation and diet changes...he wasn't this vulnerable. He hated how much he didn't care either. He finds his voice, and now it's obvious that he's a little hurt.*

Oh. So-, so you just let the dumb askers control everything, huh?? You do what they ask you? You just do things without even-...

*He stops and cuts himself off again for a moment before looking away, my hands balling into fists at his sides. Tord really didn't care, did he? (I'm such a lovely writer heheh /ooc) Then he talks, tears almost showing in his eyes as he glares at the ground, visible regret in his lowered gaze. (Ooooo bro's sassyyyy.../ooc)*

You don't see it, do you?? You don't see how fucked up that is... You can't just do that and not mean it!

And sorry??? That's it?! God, is there nothing that those loser neighbors or anyone else says makes you understand that you can't just fuck with things like that??!

**..... Fffuuuccckkk.. He wasn't ever good with emotion's and.. All,, but even HE knew this was beyond fucked up. . . But he can't just admit that now, could he..?**

I mean-! W-wait it's-- it's not like that I j-just-!

.. Is it really that big of a deal..??

**Tord would back up as Eduardo got closer, not knowing how to explain himself, because with all honesty? Eduardo was right; he basically DID let the Asker's 'control him', in a sense.. But. . . He always refuses most of them-.. But the moment it got to. . . This,, why did he accept..? Why did he. . . Did he actually.. -?**

**He snuffed out the thought- the possibility IMMEDIATELY. No. Not in a thousand years would he be.. If his mother was still here she'd-- If they both knew.. Uggghhh. . .**

I kinda m-meant it-?? Ah wait shit-- T-that came out wrong-- I didn't mean-!. . .

*Eduardo's voice is cracking and broken, and he's now fully convinced that he's getting absolutely fucked over, which he kind of always was with the way the universe treats him. He can't help but blame Tord for the way he felt. Maybe he did care about that kiss more than he was letting on, but he'd never admit it. He grabs Tord by the collar of his shirt/hoodie (whtvr he's wearing lol) and pulls him slightly closer, but not fully close, stopping him from backing away.*

Please, tell me what you were trying to say. Say whatever you want, let me hear how you wanna phrase it. Don't try and spare me or sugar-coat it. No more beating around the bush.

*He didn't know if him grabbing the collar of his clothes was scaring Tord, but he couldn't bring himself to question why he cared when already cared so much already. His grip loosens slightly at the thought however, before he can respond, easily giving him an opportunity to leave if he really wanted. But lord did Eduardo want him to stay...*

I-.. I don't. . . --

**Tord truthfully didn't know how to respond to Eduardo's rather desperate question.. He could hear just how frustrated he was with every crack his voice let out, quiver and all. . . Tord could see the other's faint tears- only making him feel even more like an ass. . .**

**.. Eduardo's proximity was honestly doing thing's to Tord, especially with what just happened. . . He couldn't stop himself from flushing even more- he must look like such a fucking idiot holy. . . His heart was beating so much against his chest - as if it wanted to jump out and run far, far away-**

**Tord felt the other loosen his hold on his collar, but if anything that just made him feel even more nervous. . . If not flustered and unsure. What was going on..?? Why was he just completely loosing sense of himself. . . ? This was so humiliating. . . In front of EDUARDO out of all people..**

I-.. I don't know what I was trying to say I just. . . I-I just..-- Didn't think I-. . .

**Tord was desperately trying to lie himself out of this,, but that obviously won't work with how this was going. . . He couldn't just out right say he didn't actually mind it all that much..?? That this didn't only stem from some random ask.. Funnily enough, Tord's hand's were still up in a 'surrender' sort of way,, mostly because he didn't know what to do with them. . .**

No shit you didn't think... I can't believe it, you're so...so....ugh! I don't understand how someone could just do that and then not give a real goddamn answer!! You're such a–

*He's about to go off on Tord again when he just stops, looking into his eyes. Eduardo knows he's about to move away so he puts a hand on one of Tord's shoulders, just...looking at him. Actually looking at his face, noting the very light and barely noticeable freckles that dusted his face and really only showed up in the sun, the red blush on his cheeks, and the very very light stubble lining his jaw... Fuck.*

*Eduardo can't help himself from leaning in just a bit, though still more away than before, glancing at Tord's lips for a very short second before talking yet again, and he thinks to himself for a moment. "You shouldn't want this." He tightens his grip on Tord's shoulder, his voice somehow even more broken every time he speaks.*

Tord, please speak. Why did you do that?? Why'd you kiss me?..

*He internally cringed at how commanding he was sounding, and he didn't know if Tord was really intimidated by him or if he just wanted it over with. He could tell there was some form of a "shit I have to listen to you" moment there, but he didn't want to have to force Tord to talk..*

**Tord couldn't help but let out a nervous yet embarrassed laugh at Eduardo telling him how he obviously 'didn't think' and such.. Glancing to the side as he did so- he felt like such a douche right now,, bloody hell. . . The flush was still scattered across his face,, not being able to fight it off, either way..**

**Tord sort of braced for more shouting and guilt,, before pausing, acknowledging how Eduardo just went. . . Silent?? Fuck was the guy actually properly crying now?? - He couldn't help but actually look at Eduardo now in a more worried manner, but the moment he actually properly looked at the other, once again, he sort of.. Paused.**

**.. He noticed Eduardo just staring at his eyes; quite obviously so when he basically did it right back. . . And lightly, very faintly, gasped in surprise at the placement of the others hand- basically forcefully keeping him in place.. Well- not really forcefully, but more desperately.**

**Tord couldn't help but flush deeper at how long Eduardo has been staring at him for, did he just glance at his lips..?? No no- it.. It must just be his imagination. . . He couldn't help but faintly bite at his lips on instinct, though; arm's now crossed rather than held up, wrapped protectively over his chest as he did so. . . Almost as if he wanted to come off as non-worrying and possibly even unbothered..**

**Tord instinctively somewhat backed up when Eduardo moved closer; but couldn't once realizing he was being held in place. . . Aaahhh fuck. Due to the sudden proximity once again, he couldn't help but study the others expression; how desperate yet frustrated he seemed- the flush which was too infecting his skin,, the stupidly charming mustache. . . Damn it. And then he'd "accidentally" glance at the others lips- but only for a moment or so.. His expression was blank but quite obviously nervous. . .**

I-.. S-seriously I don't know-! Not properly at least. . . -- I just.. Didn't necessarily mind- the ask's..?? I didn't mind me kissing-. . . Ugh-- It's whatever, anyways--

**Tord was about to pull away in a fit of frustration and faint over stimulation, before Eduardo decided to grab at his arm just slightly above his elbow- not softly but sure as hell not roughly- an odd in between.. Tord honestly felt so confused and flustered,, since Eduardo was basically clinging to him-.. Practically begging for an answer. . . And Tord, with all honesty..? Actually enjoyed how close were; and the way Eduardo was acting,, of course. . . Getting all this attention from the other was.. Odd, undeniably so; but not uncomfortable. . .**

Oh. I see. So it's just "whatever" now? Got it.

*Eduardo's grip on him tightens before fully letting go with a small huff, taking a big step and turning away but not walking yet as he speaks over his shoulder.*

I knew it. I knew you didn't care. I knew it didn't matter to you. Actions never mean anything when you do it. Same as always...

*He turns back around and grabs Tord's wrist, not gently but definitely not roughly, trying not to let his tears fall (though it clearly isn't working) and Tord could see faint tear stains on his cheeks already. He takes a moment before speaking again, his voice now wavering and broken but still heavy with hurt and frustration.*

It just doesn't matter then, right? I'm overreacting, acting like it's a big deal then? I fucking knew it wasn't this big of a thing, I can't believe I-...

**Tord couldn't help but feel desperate now; if not somewhat overwhelmed with how Eduardo was constantly jumping to conclusions-- Tord's breath would hitch at how Eduardo would let go and shout at him, only to turn back around and desperately cling to him. . . Tord acknowledged how the other was now full on crying, now..**

Vær så snill, ikke gjør dette mot meg..

(Please don't do this to me..)

**Tord would faintly murmur this under his breath, not that Eduardo could understand him, anyways. . . Tord was never one to be good with affection, physical contact-- heck! Let alone emotions!.. And having these ALL happen in the matter of seconds..? He couldn't help but freeze up.**

**He'd hesitate a heavy amount, feeling just how close the other was pressing against him-- almost as if he was seeking out affection and attention,, reassurance, even- as he'd raise an uncertain hand up, before going to cup the others cheek. . .**

**He knew it was uncalled for, and he honestly couldn't help but cringe at his actions- not liking the skin on skin feeling, but he couldn't just.. Not,, comfort Eduardo. . . He was always a piece of shit, basically, but even he knew that he stepped over the line.. It's not like he disliked the kiss, if anything he surprisingly enjoyed himself- despite it being out of irritation and insanely fast, he just.. Didn't know how to feel about it. At least not properly. . . But he knew damn well that he wouldn't mind another--..**

**He'd use his thumb to wipe away the said tears; his stomach doing at least five loops before settling. . . He genuinely had no idea in what to do with his other arm; but at least Eduardo was holding the wrist of the said arm.. So that was that.**

**Tord faintly furrowed his eyebrows in frustration; before huffing out in a defensive yet still heavily nervous and flustered manner; especially since he was now basically absentmindedly caressing the other's face. . .**

It's not that it didn't matter-- and you know that damn fuckin' well. . . I just.. Ugh- I don't know how to explain it properly, alright..? Just. . . Quit cryin'..

.. It's making me feel like an ass. . .

**Tord quite obviously didn't mean it in a self centered manner- but more of a odd way in displaying his concern and worry. . .**

Oh my fucking gosh FINE

**He'd proceed to yank @ask-eduardo-eddsworld over by the collar of his shirt,, before kissing him on the lips with. . . A lot of unnecessary aggression. Before pulling away and letting go of (shoving) the other--**

THERE! HAPPY?!

Så irriterende..

¿Qué demonios..??? Wait-

**He'd turn to Eduardo, impatient and evidently too embarrassed for his own good.. He seriously just wanted to get out of here. . .**

WHAT??- What is it. . . ??

You-... why- you- ...

*He stares again, pausing yet again before speaking in a voice that sounds not even close to the one Tord knew. He was being... vulnerable (??) for once..*

"Why did you do that?? I... I'm not even that-... I'm not even good enou-"

*And again, another pause, cutting himself off. He seriously wasn't about to be dead honest with the guy who he was sure hated his guts and vice versa, was he?...*

**He couldn't help but feel a bit like an ass. . . Didn't he like.. Basically play with the other's emotions..? Or some other random shit like that. . . ?? He really didn't know what to say; but he was still pretty damn flustered.. He wasn't one to first initiate 'intimate' interactions. . . He honestly just did it out of purely being rather ticked off- if not riled up by the constant and never ending ask's about kissing Eduardo.. (And maybe something more--?)**

**He'd lightly rub the back of his neck in faint nervousness. . . Because how was he meant to respond?? "Oh yeah, hey! sorry Eduardo for kissing you DIRECTLY on the mouth it's just because some stranger on the internet keep's telling me too and I've been getting REALLY pissed off!!". . . Uggghhh..**

**His Norwegian accent was undeniably thicker now due to his nervousness but also heavy embarrassment and flusteredness..**

.. Ah. U-uhm. . . It was.. Sorta uh. . . Because of.. Uh-. . .

**.. This was.. Nothing like how the normally snarky and fairly stuck up Norwegian acted. . . Flusteredness does a lot to two closeted grown men, huh? Well, truthfully speaking Tord had no.. Valid, response. So now he just felt embarrassed. . . He didn't necessarily mind.. It..?? Ok no no, that's a weird fucking thing to think--**

**. . . Well uh. This was awkward. Well at least for Tord.. If anything Eduardo could be on cloud nine for all he knew--**

Well??.. go on!.. I-I don't have all day!!

*He did, in fact, have all day, and he really wanted to know why the hell Tord had just kissed him. Like, he kissed him!! You shouldn't just kiss someone and then just not explain why!*

*He finally gets up and dusts off his pants before looking back up at Tord, his expression one of anger, confusion, and was that..pain? No, no, it couldn't be... Besides, he didn't even like Tord anyway, how possible is it to let that guy hurt him, right??....*

**Fuck Eduardo now just looked upset.**

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**.. Well shit.**

**Why did he feel so soft?? Nervous-?? His expression only ever relaxed whenever he was alone. . . So why now? Goodness this was so unbelievably humiliating.. This was seriously all too much--**

**He felt his throat tighten in faint remorse.. Regret for his rather foolish actions,, since overall what he did was pretty.. Well, it was pretty much an ass hole move.**

**He'd hesitate in responding once again.. Especially now that Eduardo was actually standing up and rather unusually vulnerable-- but then again, Tord was also unusually soft and he didn't understand why. . . It was honestly fucking him over-**

**Once Tord mustered up enough courage,, he couldn't help but avoid eye contact like a pussy ass bitch. . . Speaking up in a flustered voice, his Norwegian accent unnecessarily thick- but he tried coming off as he 'usually' came off. . . Failing.. Horrendously.**

Ah. . . So uhm.. Y-you.. --! Okay okay-- it was.. Ugghhh. . . An uhm.. An anon.. Asker. . . ? Yeah I've been.. Getting like a bunch of people. . . Telling me to kiss you, n' shit..

.. Sorry..? -

*But he knew that it wasn't Tord's fault, and it scared him how he had accepted it so fast. It hasn't even been ten minutes and he was already being more vulnerable than he had when he got the diagnosis. And even then, through all the devastation and diet changes...he wasn't this vulnerable. He hated how much he didn't care either. He finds his voice, and now it's obvious that he's a little hurt.*

Oh. So-, so you just let the dumb askers control everything, huh?? You do what they ask you? You just do things without even-...

*He stops and cuts himself off again for a moment before looking away, my hands balling into fists at his sides. Tord really didn't care, did he? (I'm such a lovely writer heheh /ooc) Then he talks, tears almost showing in his eyes as he glares at the ground, visible regret in his lowered gaze. (Ooooo bro's sassyyyy.../ooc)*

You don't see it, do you?? You don't see how fucked up that is... You can't just do that and not mean it!

And sorry??? That's it?! God, is there nothing that those loser neighbors or anyone else says makes you understand that you can't just fuck with things like that??!

**..... Fffuuuccckkk.. He wasn't ever good with emotion's and.. All,, but even HE knew this was beyond fucked up. . . But he can't just admit that now, could he..?**

I mean-! W-wait it's-- it's not like that I j-just-!

.. Is it really that big of a deal..??

**Tord would back up as Eduardo got closer, not knowing how to explain himself, because with all honesty? Eduardo was right; he basically DID let the Asker's 'control him', in a sense.. But. . . He always refuses most of them-.. But the moment it got to. . . This,, why did he accept..? Why did he. . . Did he actually.. -?**

**He snuffed out the thought- the possibility IMMEDIATELY. No. Not in a thousand years would he be.. If his mother was still here she'd-- If they both knew.. Uggghhh. . .**

I kinda m-meant it-?? Ah wait shit-- T-that came out wrong-- I didn't mean-!. . .

*Eduardo's voice is cracking and broken, and he's now fully convinced that he's getting absolutely fucked over, which he kind of always was with the way the universe treats him. He can't help but blame Tord for the way he felt. Maybe he did care about that kiss more than he was letting on, but he'd never admit it. He grabs Tord by the collar of his shirt/hoodie (whtvr he's wearing lol) and pulls him slightly closer, but not fully close, stopping him from backing away.*

Please, tell me what you were trying to say. Say whatever you want, let me hear how you wanna phrase it. Don't try and spare me or sugar-coat it. No more beating around the bush.

*He didn't know if him grabbing the collar of his clothes was scaring Tord, but he couldn't bring himself to question why he cared when already cared so much already. His grip loosens slightly at the thought however, before he can respond, easily giving him an opportunity to leave if he really wanted. But lord did Eduardo want him to stay...*

I-.. I don't. . . --

**Tord truthfully didn't know how to respond to Eduardo's rather desperate question.. He could hear just how frustrated he was with every crack his voice let out, quiver and all. . . Tord could see the other's faint tears- only making him feel even more like an ass. . .**

**.. Eduardo's proximity was honestly doing thing's to Tord, especially with what just happened. . . He couldn't stop himself from flushing even more- he must look like such a fucking idiot holy. . . His heart was beating so much against his chest - as if it wanted to jump out and run far, far away-**

**Tord felt the other loosen his hold on his collar, but if anything that just made him feel even more nervous. . . If not flustered and unsure. What was going on..?? Why was he just completely loosing sense of himself. . . ? This was so humiliating. . . In front of EDUARDO out of all people..**

I-.. I don't know what I was trying to say I just. . . I-I just..-- Didn't think I-. . .

**Tord was desperately trying to lie himself out of this,, but that obviously won't work with how this was going. . . He couldn't just out right say he didn't actually mind it all that much..?? That this didn't only stem from some random ask.. Funnily enough, Tord's hand's were still up in a 'surrender' sort of way,, mostly because he didn't know what to do with them. . .**

No shit you didn't think... I can't believe it, you're so...so....ugh! I don't understand how someone could just do that and then not give a real goddamn answer!! You're such a–

*He's about to go off on Tord again when he just stops, looking into his eyes. Eduardo knows he's about to move away so he puts a hand on one of Tord's shoulders, just...looking at him. Actually looking at his face, noting the very light and barely noticeable freckles that dusted his face and really only showed up in the sun, the red blush on his cheeks, and the very very light stubble lining his jaw... Fuck.*

*Eduardo can't help himself from leaning in just a bit, though still more away than before, glancing at Tord's lips for a very short second before talking yet again, and he thinks to himself for a moment. "You shouldn't want this." He tightens his grip on Tord's shoulder, his voice somehow even more broken every time he speaks.*

Tord, please speak. Why did you do that?? Why'd you kiss me?..

*He internally cringed at how commanding he was sounding, and he didn't know if Tord was really intimidated by him or if he just wanted it over with. He could tell there was some form of a "shit I have to listen to you" moment there, but he didn't want to have to force Tord to talk..*

**Tord couldn't help but let out a nervous yet embarrassed laugh at Eduardo telling him how he obviously 'didn't think' and such.. Glancing to the side as he did so- he felt like such a douche right now,, bloody hell. . . The flush was still scattered across his face,, not being able to fight it off, either way..**

**Tord sort of braced for more shouting and guilt,, before pausing, acknowledging how Eduardo just went. . . Silent?? Fuck was the guy actually properly crying now?? - He couldn't help but actually look at Eduardo now in a more worried manner, but the moment he actually properly looked at the other, once again, he sort of.. Paused.**

**.. He noticed Eduardo just staring at his eyes; quite obviously so when he basically did it right back. . . And lightly, very faintly, gasped in surprise at the placement of the others hand- basically forcefully keeping him in place.. Well- not really forcefully, but more desperately.**

**Tord couldn't help but flush deeper at how long Eduardo has been staring at him for, did he just glance at his lips..?? No no- it.. It must just be his imagination. . . He couldn't help but faintly bite at his lips on instinct, though; arm's now crossed rather than held up, wrapped protectively over his chest as he did so. . . Almost as if he wanted to come off as non-worrying and possibly even unbothered..**

**Tord instinctively somewhat backed up when Eduardo moved closer; but couldn't once realizing he was being held in place. . . Aaahhh fuck. Due to the sudden proximity once again, he couldn't help but study the others expression; how desperate yet frustrated he seemed- the flush which was too infecting his skin,, the stupidly charming mustache. . . Damn it. And then he'd "accidentally" glance at the others lips- but only for a moment or so.. His expression was blank but quite obviously nervous. . .**

I-.. S-seriously I don't know-! Not properly at least. . . -- I just.. Didn't necessarily mind- the ask's..?? I didn't mind me kissing-. . . Ugh-- It's whatever, anyways--

**Tord was about to pull away in a fit of frustration and faint over stimulation, before Eduardo decided to grab at his arm just slightly above his elbow- not softly but sure as hell not roughly- an odd in between.. Tord honestly felt so confused and flustered,, since Eduardo was basically clinging to him-.. Practically begging for an answer. . . And Tord, with all honesty..? Actually enjoyed how close were; and the way Eduardo was acting,, of course. . . Getting all this attention from the other was.. Odd, undeniably so; but not uncomfortable. . .**

**Tord already parked his car and all,, now just leaning back against said apartment building while mindlessly scrolling through his phone. . . He honestly didn't mind waiting,, being that Edd only left a little bit after him.. So it was expected!**

Ah. . . Uh-- yeah! It's not necessarily the best.. But I mean.. It could be worse!

**Tord would lightly pat the wall,, only for it to faintly crumble as he pulled his hand back-..**

.. Yeeaahh. . . It does that sometimes, ahah-..

**The apartment building was in a fairly.. Rough,, shape-- but it wasn't horrendous; just you're average city apartment building, really. . .**

**Tord would pull out his house keys before continuing**

My room number is 24. . . I'll meet you up there,, since I still need to get some stuff out of my car-.. Mostly from work, heh-

**Tord was already grabbing random boxes out of the trunk of his car.. Even shoving some stuff into a few others,, as it look's as if he'll probably take a while. . .**

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**Meaning Edd did have a bit of time to get to Tord's apartment and faintly explore?? Or not. . .**

**He'd proceed to walk towards the building where the stairs of doom awaited him; he'd lightly struggle while walking up said stairs,, huffing and lightly cursing in Norwegian-**

**There were a few pages on Tord's personal life; more over being rants,, if anything.. Just a book full of him complaining about rent,, work,, other random junk.. At this point he might as well rename it to ; 'Tord's depressed journal of misery and complaints'. . . Geez.**

**But there were some pages which didn't complain, but actually mourned or just simply spoke,, mostly being about Tom, Matt and Edd and the trio as a whole back at Edd's House; he's written down memories he'd wish to remember, whether being random adventures or just simple memories that brought him genuine joy,, and even some faint.. Analysis' on the trio,, which was fairly. . . Odd. But, then again, this is Tord's journal we're going through..**

**There were plenty of pages dedicated to specific people; Tori, Todd, his mother, father etc.. The words were really faint and short when he spoke about them. Almost as if he didn't want to remember, but yearned to-- then there was Matt- Tom,, and lastly; Edd.. Which, oddly enough; was completely and utterly. . . In Norwegian? Oh wow.**

( Jeg forsto aldri helt hva jeg følte for Edd. Kanskje det er måten han smiler på? Hvordan han ler av de teite vitsene mine som virkelig ikke gir mening. Jeg var alltid den nærmeste med ham sammenlignet med Tom og Matt, siden vi definitivt har kjent hverandre lengst ... Jeg liker egentlig ikke å tenke for dypt på slike ting, spesielt siden hvis jeg noen gang sier noe, så vet jeg hvordan det vil ende. Jeg tror Edd har det bedre uten meg – jeg mener, fyren er alltid overlykkelig med Tom og Matt. Jeg burde seriøst slutte å snakke om Edd som om jeg er i et tragisk brudd på videregående. Dette er virkelig så patetisk at jeg har bedre ting å tenke på. )

**He'd glance over at Edd, who suddenly looked very-- stiff?? Nervous? For what reason? He wasn't sure. But he just shrugged it off and spoke up in a lightly breathless yet accented and upbeat voice..**

Sooo. . . Whatcha think?? Pretty neat, right-?

I mean.. It could do some work,, but I'm fine with it for now. . .

**Tord was evidently referring to the apartment,, as he used one hand to lean against the table, posture faintly slanted, as he couldn't help but eye where Edd was standing.. Pretty close to where he kept his journals- he couldn't help but furrow his eye brows at the sight. . .**

**edd buddy you’re being sooo nonchalant bruh 🥹**

**Tord couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the mold stains within his apartment- but at least he had the relief in knowing that they were here BEFORE he moved in.. So he wasn't the cause of it all,, thankfully. . . He'd push himself up and off the table, going to go closer to Edd; being that standing across the room talking to him was fairly. . . Odd.**

**He'd pause at Edd's murmured words.. Somewhat confused for a moment before quickly remembering-- ah,, right- that's the whole reason they came to his apartment, in the first place. . .**

**He'd faintly smile and nod,, before speaking up in a more soft yet reassuring voice- not being able to hold himself back from sounding curious, though, truthfully. . .**

Hm? Oh! Yeah-- right-! The stuff you couldn't talk about back the diner.. - Soo. . . What was that all even about?? Is it really that.. Well,, serious, that you couldn't talk about it back there??.. Did something happen when I left..?

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uh okay so you know the neighbors next to us? Not Kim and Katya but the other ones..?

What about em'? Did they do something to fuck with you guy's orrr..?

Radia-. . . ?

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HOW THE FUCK AREN'T YOU DEAD?!

AND YOU FELL OFF A ROOF-?? Oh my--

**Tord was beyond taken aback. . . He thought that it was something NORMAL! Like- They egged his HOUSE or SOMETHING-!.. But then again.. When was anyone ever normal around here-?**

.. How is you're body even PROCESSING that-..?

**Tord was still flabbergasted beyond belief, but none the less he was really intrigued. . . As he hesitated, before asking in a more curious yet still worried manner..**

i think the easiest and probably least dangerous to show would be the flight cause i can just like uh

**Edd stood up and- oh my god he’s floating- how the fuck is he doing that**

See! Powers!

Huh! Yeah that's.. Oh wow you're actually floating..-- That's pretty damn cool, I'm not gonna lie. . . But you really shouldn't be THAT happy about radiation being inside you, y'know-- hah.. -

.. You don't mind me noting some stuff down about this. . . Do you..?? I just wanna.. Analyze this,, is all.. Because this should be humanly impossible, really--..

**Tord already had his notebook out, and had this eager glint in his eye's. . . Oh wow he's already on it-- he didn't necessarily wait for permission, despite asking, and was already noting some random stuff down.. --**

**Edd slowly sunk down back to a standing position**

**Tord really wasn't paying attention.. Especially with how focused he was on Edd and his new found radioactive powers. . . This guy was such a nerd at the most randomest of time's uggghh..**

They can hurt me..?? How come-?

.. Maybe you can test them out on me-?

*sigh**

It broke you're bedroom WALL?? Well damn. . . -

**Tord was still writing down other random stuff. . . Analysing Edd and his powers as a whole- it was truthfully pretty damn impressive. . . Tord was already too involved in this- as expected, really..**

. . . Can you do anything else..?? Or is it just that-? Can you control how powerful you make you're power balls?? Oh-! Is there a limitation to just how fast you can go with you're said super speed-? If it's limited,, than to what point-? Is--

**Tord couldn't help but watch in awe - mixed fascination at the sight. . . Not expecting Edd to pick up his bed so easily--.. He couldn't help but lightly laugh in embarrassment at Edd's comment about him being 'eager' for this and such. . . But unluckily enough for Tord,, he forgot he sort of.. Had some hentai magazines underneath said bed. . .**

**.. Which Edd just lifted. And Tord couldn't help but freeze at the sight- he just had to hope Edd didn't notice said magazines as, nervously now, he scribbled down notes in his notebook- and such. . .**

Uuhh.. Yeah-! Haha uhm. . . That's super cool and all..! But can you like-- please put the bed back down.. Please..??? Haha-hah..haaa. . . -

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**Edd was just about to put the bed down but as he looked down he saw- OH MY GOD….**

**Well now this was just. . . Uhm. Awkward.. -**

Uh. . . Haha uhh.. Nnooo.......??

**Yeah smart move DUMBASS**

**Tord genuinely didn't know what to say,, but all he knew was that he was probably beyond fucked.. So,, that was that! This was so humiliating.. And really damn embarrassing--..**

**This definitely must be the worst way possible in getting caught lying on you're promise. . .**

Look-! Look-- It's. . . -! It's not what it look's like..! I was just uhm.. Planning to sell them-! I-is all..? They're really pricey n' all and.. Uhh. . . Y'know..??