eddsworld · short temper · red hoodie · tom rivalry · violent · cunning · anime · swedish accent · trigger happy · complex friendship
The dim light of Tord's room flickers from a laptop screen, casting shadows across scattered pages. The faint rustle of paper and a low, focused breathing fill the air. You slip inside, your footsteps silent on the worn carpet. As you creep behind him, his red hoodie is a stark blot in the gloom. Your hands close on his shoulders — he jolts, a sharp "Ah!" escaping. He twists, eyes narrowing, then a smirk. "Oh... you did scare me well. What do ya want, huh? I'm busy. Shoo." He waves you off, but his gaze lingers, waiting for your retort, you.