my side, ur side

what the hap is fuckening

Tom saw many downsides to Tord finally settling down and returning to live with Matt, Edd, and him. One of these downsides being their sharing of a room.

Tom would happily migrate to his old room, but it now serves as an indoor swimming pool. Which, by the way, can hardly even be used for that purpose.

Tom and Tord made a deal concerning personal space in their shared room: Tord gets the left side and Tom gets the right. After breaking out Tom's old furniture and shuffling things around until Mr. Perfectionist was pleased, they sealed the deal with a duct tape line down the middle.

Things were dandy, or as dandy as they could be, until Tord realized he left one of his fifteen hair brushes on Tom's side.

"Thomas." Tord called. "What." Tord ran his fingers through his hair and poked at his brush collection.

"I beleive I left one of my brushes over there, can I just-" "No." Tom snapped without even looking up from his phone.

"But why the fuck not?!" Tom turned and pointed to his array of hair hygene products. "Brushes, you have more than enough of those to last you a life time."

"Each one is different, I need all of my brushes!" Tord whined. Tom snorted in reply. "Oh yeah, I forgot you need a brush for each of your different faces. Go nuts, commie."

Tord rolled his eyes and started to poke around Toms side in search of his missing brush.

(to be continued or w/e)