Black Eyes (TomTord Eddsworld Fic)

Ch. 5 Have we.. Made up?

(Hello wonderful people! I have noticed a bit of a small thing :0
Tord don't sound Norwegian? In fact he sounds more Russian? I dunno if you care at all but I just kinda like it? I dunno it's quite interesting)

//Tord's POV//
"A... Song..?" I asked hesitantly. No one, that I've known of, has ever heard Tom play his bass! Well, unless they were secretly listening to him from behind his door.Why was he all of the sudden letting me do this?
Probably just so it was audible that him and I getting along because of the Edd who may be lurking right outside the door at this very moment (thankfully he wasn't).
"Yeah, that's what I said. If you don't that's fine." He shrugged, plucking a few of Susan's strings. I hesitated for a minute but nodded, "Sure, show me what you've got." I smiled a bit, not knowing If he took that as a challenge or not.
((A/N: SO uh I'm tearing up rn for some reason while writing I can't control it?? So uh if I misspell something I'm sorry my visions blurry))
He didnt look like he took it at so, but began playing nonetheless. I could only watch in awe as his fingers moved expertly around the bass' strings. His right hand slid around the neck of the bass, holding some keys down as his left plucked others. It was.. quite amazing, although I couldn't pinpoint if he was playing an actual song I knew or a song he regularly played on his bass. Nonetheless he sounded pretty damn good.
I could notice he was concentrating on not messing up, and he even hesitated for a moment before continuing on at a certain point. But he knew that he could cover his tracks well, making the hesitation sound like part of the song.
I don't understand why he didn't play in front of anyone else.. I mean, with this talent he could be playing gigs in concerts! I wonder if he can sing...

Tom soon finished, it wasn't the longest song in the world nor the shortest. "I..." I couldn't really say how great that was. A once in a lifetime experience I wanted to hear. It was worth it.
"Yeah yeah, don't rub it in. I know that was terrible.." he muttered, standing up to go put his bass away. "Terrible-?!" I looked at him as he placed Susan down. "How was that terrible?! That's concert performance good!"
He glanced at me but chuckled, "Uh, thanks, Tord... never expected a compliment out of you."
I blushed a little bit, it was a bit too lat for a comeback or to insult him.. So I just hit him with the casual; "Yeah, whatever.."
He rolled his eyes (I think) at me, chuckling. "Well, uhm.. have we made up yet?" Tom asks, sitting back next to me.
"I dunno, are we cool with each other?" I asked back, brow raised in question. He shrugged, "Your still a commie bastard. No matter if we get along or not."
"And your still a pathetic Jehovas witness-" i stopped, not even really knowing what it is. It certainly isn't something taught in school, and I never bothered to do my research.
"Uhm.. Tom?"
"Yeah?"
"What even IS a Jahovas Witness?" I asked, tilting my head. "Well, to put in simpler terms we are Christians who don't celebrate any holidays." He explained poorly. "What-?! Not even birthdays?!"
"Nope. No birthdays."
"Christm- Uh.. Halloween-?"
"Nope. Not Easter, not Valentines Day, not anything." He chuckled, being amused at my reaction.
"So.. do all Jahovas hate Christmas?"
"No, that's just me."