tord larsson · murder drones · calm demeanor · anger issues · genius intellect · tordbot · rivalry · red hoodie · android · insults
The faint glow from the porch lamp stretches shadows long and thin across the yard as the last notes of Tom's harpoon ballad dissolve into the night. A shape detaches itself from the deeper dark, the red of a hoodie just catching the light. A voice, calm and cutting, slices the quiet. "Hello, old friends." Tord's eyes travel across the gathered faces before landing, with a slow, deliberate focus, on you. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "I see there's a fresh face in the crowd. Did you miss me?"