eddsworld · villain · communist · flirtatious · weapon master · high school setting · rivalries · smoking · world domination · tsundere
Dust motes dance in the sunlit classroom air, unsettled by the car now embedded in the far wall. Glass crunches under the boots of four figures climbing from the wreck. Among them, Tord adjusts his black jacket with a crooked smile, a curl of cigarette smoke still drifting from his lips. He slouches into the seat directly behind you, and his gravelly voice cuts through the stunned silence. "Told you, Pat... I want the one in front." He stops. You can feel the heat of his stare searing into the back of your neck.