~TOM'S P.O.V~
Tord's been out, getting someone to go outside the barrier and put up the notices. I have to say the posters are really vague, and not honest... But that's expected. I wonder how many people believe in those things? I hope not many. So right now I'm reading this story called 'Sharing the world as romantic partners' I slowly put the book down "Who the fuck wrote this?".
I stand up from my bed, walk over to the book shelf and put it away where no one should ever find it again. I sigh, feeling bored again. I feel two arms go around my waist "Hello, Commie" I greet, still pissed off at him. "Heya, sweetie~", He cooed, resting his head on my shoulder, "You still mad at me~?"
I chuckle once "No more than earlier" I say, "Which is my way of saying I'm still fucking pissed so get off me". Tord stopped purring and let go of me, he started at me with a shocked and guilty expression "Uhm, I-I made you dinner" Tord gestured to the table that had a spaghetti with all the pepper, salt, cheese you would need on the side. "This your 'apology dinner'?" I joke while starting to the table.
Tord laughed a little "Of course not!" He sounded nervous- Obviously lying. "But, you still love me, don't you?" He asked nervously, walking just behind me.
"Do I have a choice?" I ask while sitting down, I picked up the fork and dug into the pasta, swirling the fork around "You're sure smart, aren't you, sweetheart?" he said, brushing my cheek with his hand and kissing the spot he brushed over. "Are you going to pull a lady on the tramp on me?" I ask, chuckling a little.
He sat across from me "I'm not that cheesy, Thomas" he picked up the bowl with the shredded cheese in it, shook it a little for affect before passing it to me. Or trying to since I was just staring at him "Tord, do me a favour" I start "And never do that again".
He looked disheartened, "Only if you do me a favour in return" Oh god. He smiles that smile again, making me even more uneasy "I'd like you to tell me a few things, that ok?"
"Depends" I say with a mouthful of spaghetti in the side of my mouth. "If you're going to ask if I knew about you going through my boxer draw. Trust me, I'm aware". That's my way of telling him, get out of my shit, Tord.
He giggled a little, putting it off "No, no, not that. I want to know about what you've been up to". He tilts his head and smiles. "Uh, fine, I guess. Mind if I ask a few questions as well?"
Tord paused, his eye twitching but he kept that smile "Sure, me first though" His tone dropped for a moment "Who were you with today?" He asks, twiddling with his fingers on the table. Crap, does he mean Yuu? "Just the usual people, you're not on about that guy helping Patryk, are you?"
"You promise you don't know who it was?" He asks me, looking in my completely lifeless eyes, not even metaphorically. "I have no clue, just some guy". Tord grumbled on the inside, the area around his eyes going dark. "I have a question" I say, trying to get off topic.
He doesn't respond, he just sits and stares at me, creepily. "Why did you need recruitment posters?" It's better to start off easy. "We were running out of people in the army" He replies blandly, with a hint of frustration. "What does that-" I get cut off.
"My turn" He sounds like a robot now, he picked up a fork and started spinning it around each of his fingers. "Why do you spend so much time with Edd and Matt?"
"Because they're my friends, I'm used to being near them a lot" I say, crossing my arms. I've lost my appetite. Tord grumbled, glaring a lot harder. "Me now" I say, getting frustrated as well.
"What's the consequences for leaving the army?"
Tord glared a little harder "Why do you ask?"
"It's my turn to ask, your turn to answer" I respond like he would. Out of nowhere a small red spark started glowing in his eyes. "Thomas, who were you with?!" His hand tensed up, starting to claw the table. "Not your turn, and I don't know!"
"I don't like it when you lie to me, Thomas!" He growled through his teeth, I glance to the fork he was stabbing into the table slowly. "I'm not lying", I try to stay calm but keep glaring. With no warning Tord stood up, that glint of red in his eyes getting bright, under a second he slammed the fork's sharp end where my hand would've been if I didn't move it just before.
The scene goes quiet, Tord was heavily breathing while I was holding mine. He eventually glanced to me, I was curled up, hiding my hand. That glint in his eyes died down instantly and he gained a regretfull look "Tom.. I'm-"
"I'm going to have a shower" I cut him off, noticing my voice is as afraid as how I feel. I stand up, starting to run to the bathroom. I heard Tord start to follow me and try and grip my shoulder but I manage to get into the bathroom and slam the door before he could try anything. I lock the door and listen to Tord start crying on the other side of the door.
"Tom, I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you!" He tried to open the door repeatedly. "I love you, Tommy. Please don't hate me". I walk back, hitting a wall and start sliding down while gripping my chest and calming down.
~JORDAN'S P.O.V~
I was walking ahead slightly from Damien, checking on the list "So, we need some electrical stuff, we should be near the therapy rooms so I'm sure we can snag some-" I turn to check where he is, I have no idea. Dangit Dame. Out of nowhere I saw him sliding up from the floor, "Lowest prices are just the beginning" He started making excessive licking noises.
(RANDOM A/N: buNNINGS WERHOUSE. Lowest prices are just the beginning)
He licked the side of my face so naturally I make a small screeching sound before pushing him away slightly "What the heck, guy?"
"Sorry, I think I'm blind now. It's way to dark" He seems to be squinting, hard to tell with his goggles on. "It is- dark, Dame" I pause for a bit. Hold on, he's colourblind to purple. He see's a weird goldish brown. "Hold on, what colour do you see?"
"I don't know!?" He starts freaking out "Everything is different- Agh, I don't appreciate change!" He starts melting to the floor while referencing white people culture again. "I guess therapy cured your colour-blindness. Or... Made it worse?" I say, kneeling down and slipping his goggles off "There, now you can probably see".
Damien stood up, looking around, hugging me again "Ew, it's different" He glared at the dark hallways behind us. I giggle a little at his probable joke. "Alright, let's go", I say while still laughing a little. He lets go, holding my hand again and walking with me.
While walking down the hall with Damien, my questionable partner. Task wise. I can't help but wonder, maybe he was flirting with me? He does act really clingy and caring of me now. Not that I'd mind if they were flirting- Shiz I'm blushing up again. Maybe he was trying to flirt? Should I try flirting back? Screw it, I'll try "You know, you look way better without your goggles".
Damien glances down at me and smiles classically "Hah, gay!" he points at me accusingly. I roll my eyes "Geez, sorry I bothered" I don't know why I even try. "How about something else? Since you don't think ghosts or god is real-".
"Correction, I don't 'think' I know" He quotes like an obnoxious prick.
I raise an eyebrow, looking unamused on purpose "Anyway, since you 'know' those things aren't real. What do you believe happens when you die?"
"You die"
Wow, much helpful. "What about after that?"
Damien starts staring at me "Tell me, Woodpecker; when you're eating steak do you think about how that was once a living creature, like you and I?" He slowly starts turning his head to me "Is it a habit you that you have to think that creature in gravy had parents, even kids? And a life before the man above it let it all end by the cause of a blade? Held, by your own kind?" He stares at me intensely, I stare back with wide eyes.
Excuse my French but holy fudgstickles, Dame "Uhh, n-no?" I respond with, feeling guilt and depression go over me. Is this why Yuu went vegetarian? Because of Damien? "Exactly, you don't think about it" He looks ahead, acting like he never said... That. "The answer to 'what is after death' is; you don't think about it!" He starts getting peeved again.
"Ah, geez. Okay" I tense up, looking for something to cheer me up. At the end of the hallway we were walking down I noticed a small blood splatter and burn mark. "Oh hey!" I point, running ahead and letting go of Damien's hand "This is where I died!" I pointed at the marks.
Damien did his creepy bill-cipher laugh and screamed "I said don't think about death!" I laugh a little at his aggression. He started to walk over, smiling his good ol' casual smile- which does not look casual.
Suddenly I feel someone grab me tightly to the point where it hurts, around my chest to be more specific. Then a strange thing being being held to my head- a gun. Crap. Damien's expression changed instantly to a complete look of fear, his pupils shrunk and started shaking before grabbing his gun and pointing it to the person holding me. I glance to see who it was- that doctor from earlier... He had blood trickling from his eye, forehead and smiling mouth.
A/N
Pretty sure I'm the reason people are going to stop shipping tomtord.
Oh well, I never said this was going to be healthy.
Also, who's ready to see a batshit crazy Damien?