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Edd was in the garage, digging out some cat food for Ringo with an old plastic cup he had found sitting behind the couch. He dropped the pellets into the bowl and put the cup back in the bag. He looked down and frowned, Ringo was barely getting half of what she was getting before this whole zombie apocalypse happened. Thankfully it was over but the remaining populace was still suffering the aftermath. Food shortage, whether for cats or people, was common and the boys were barely making it by each day. It was getting better recently though, supplies were starting to return as the community was beginning to recover so there was hope for the future, quite a lot of it actually.
It's still disheartening to see only a few bits of food in his own cats bowl however. But Edd knew, with time would come cat food for Ringo. Speaking of food, what were him, Tom and Tord going to have for dinner? The past few weeks they’ve had to skip out on lunch so that they could still have dinner and breakfast but recently Edd couldn't find anything to cook for dinner and it was his job to find food.
They’ll probably have pancakes for dinner and then run to the store after eating. He wouldn't have to cook dinner for a while though, seeing how it was around lunch time. He closes the garage door and steps inside to the warm house, Tord had gotten the fireplace working and Edd was very grateful for that as winter was approaching quickly. Edd the cat bowl next to the garage door and took off his shoes. He makes his way to the living room where he finds Tord sitting on the couch, reading a porno mag per usual.
Edd sits next to him and the zombie moves his legs to make room for him. Edd wonders when Matt will come back home. His hunger for flesh was way stronger than Tords so they had to lock him in Tom's apartment with enough food to last him a week or two. It's been awhile so they have to check up on him soon. He always tries to eat Tom whenever he comes to check on him but it isn't out of hunger really, it's because of impulse and Matt needs to learn how to control them like Tord. Once he has done that then he can be let back into the house.
Edd was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a little nibbling on his hand. He looked over and there was Tord. Biting harder and harder each time. “Hey! No!” Edd yanked his hand away. “Huh-? But I thought we were dating?” Tord shot Edd a confused look. “What do you mean?” Edd shot back as a response. “I love you! I want to eat you!”
“I don’t think that’s how it works Tord” Edd ran his fingers through Tords hair while the zombie made a pouty face and laid back into his lap, mumbling something about being hungry. Edd tried to go back to his thoughts but once again, he could feel Tord nibbling on his pinkie. This time, Edd decided to let it slide but once Tord started to draw blood he yanked his hand away and hit him on the head lightly. “Ay! Cut that out! What’s the deal with you trying to mean me tonight?” Of course, Edd wasn’t mad at Tord. He actually chuckled while saying the sentence but he did expect his question to be answered.
“I want your heart, Edward”
“Quite the kind gesture but you know that’s a saying. It’s not meant to be taken literally”
“WHAT”
“Yeah, that’s a metaphor or whatever. Your not actually meant to take people's hearts from their chest”
“Huh.”
“Did this entire time, did you think people would remove hearts from the people they liked as a sign of love?”
“Suppose I didn’t think to hard into it”
Edd let out a solid chuckle and kissed Tord on the check “Though I appreciate the gesture no, you cannot eat my heart. You doof.” Edd and Tord both laugh “I can make you a single piece of bacon though”
“Only a single?”
“Consider it you early Christmas gift”
“Thank you Edward, I would like that very much”
Edd then got up off the couch to fix him and Tord an early dinner. When Tom returns home, he could have the leftovers.
Tord continued to lay on the couch, seemingly attempting to figure out the real meaning of the saying. He could hear Tord mumbling to himself as Edd turned the corner into the kitchen.