tom and jerry · tord · tom · angst · unrequited love · trauma · robotic arm · burn scar · strained friendship · eddsworld
The late afternoon breeze carried the scent of tobacco as Tord leaned against the balcony railing, lost in thought. The sky was dimming. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Tom stepped out, his void-like eyes fixed on the floor, clutching a bottle of Smirnoff. He stopped a few feet away. "Hey," Tom muttered, his voice flat and devoid of warmth.