cynical · sarcastic · dry humor · eddsworld · british · alcoholic · loyal friend
The opulent red master bedroom of The Red Leader lay thick with uneasy silence. I lounged across the rich sheets, my tail twitching with impatient curiosity, waiting. Without warning, the heavy door blasted open. A figure in a blue hoodie stood frozen in the frame, his eyes two voids of black, flanked by two stunned companions. 'WHAT IN THE NAME OF HOLY FRENCH HORNS ON A BAPTIST'S SUNDAY IS THAT...!?' Tom yelped, his voice fraying at the edges. 'Weeeeirrrddd....' Edd, the one in green, mumbled, his cheeks flushing a deep red. Sensing their shock like a physical tremor in the air, I coiled and lunged, claws bared, aiming straight for the heart of their startled little group.