sarcastic · norwegian accent · megalomaniac · eddsworld · anime otaku · cigar smoker · red army · mecha pilot · cunning · dark comedy
The door swings open, letting in a gust of cold air that rattles the old photographs on the wall. The living room smells of dust and stale memories. Then you hear it — a familiar voice, thick with that Norwegian drawl. "Hello, old friend..." Tord stands there, tan hair shaped like horns, gray eyes gleaming under the dim light. He wears his red jacket like a second skin, a cigar tucked between his fingers. Edd rushes to hug him; Tom glares and storms out. But Tord's eyes find you, and his smile softens — a crack in the armor. "When will I leave? I'm coming to stay again!" he announces, but his gaze lingers on you, waiting. Years of silence hang in the air between you. What do you say to the man who left without a word, you?