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"Eddward," he said. "Uh...what are you doing?"
Dull, inky eyes grated to a tin of soda. Edd knocked over some cans, some spilling on his sweatshirt. "Ah...you good there?"
"Does it look like it, Tom?" Edd replied.
His so-called 'eyes' nearly became a line right then and there. How dare Eddward be so up in everybody's business, yet fail to realize he's ignorant? He's lost it! Scanning the fallen objects, he scoffed:
He folded his arms, "Where's Matt?"
"Out bowling, or somewhere reeky. Didn't bother asking," was let past his lips as he grabbed the inanimate items. Tom blinked; he had picked it all from the ground. "What's all this, then?
"...This?"
"Yes, Edd," he smacked his forehead. "I'm wondering where you got the idea to have a bunch of soda sitting on our table. Have you lost your marbles?"
Edd wiped his hand on his shirt. The other guessed he'd touched something sticky. "Continuing my Cola addiction, per se?"
He blinked..slowly, "Never did I think I'd see as something as stupid as this."
"Well, now you have!" he cheered.
He was so right--now he has. Never once living here he'd believe seeing a group of cans in the kitchen to quote 'continue his Cola legacy,' would be real.
"You're right. Now I have," a cheeky grin made way, nervously laughing. Edd prepped the Colas in a group and went to wash his hands.
"You just stood there and looked at me. Don't be getting mouthy with me now, Tom," he said.
"Hm," he shrugs. "You're right, I guess." Putting his hands in his pockets, he made a pouty face towards Edd.
"What?"
"Just curious," Edd raised an eyebrow. "About what, Tom?
"You uh… y'know. It's good to see you're still your old self. Especially after Tord made us a wreck: I guess you can say. At least I still have someone to goof around with," he frowned and Edd sat down, frowning also. "Matt too, of course."
"It's okay. He's gone now, right? We have nothing to worry about."
Edd was always good at setting the mood in a positive manner. He's thankful for that.
"Right."