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Tom didn't take kindly to Tord's return; that was fine, Tord didn't expect anything else from his roommate.
What Tord wasn’t expecting was for Tom to confront him in his newly claimed room and to get so angry that he ended up transforming into his demon form- uh-oh... at least Edd and Matt weren't around to witness the outburst.
Tord yelped as he flew through the air, grunting as he made contact with the ground, whimpering as the enraged monster got closer before he could regain his composure, his eyes widening as he lifted his head to locked eyes with the creature that currently hovered over him.
Tord swallowed hard, pushing his tainted, remaining morals to the back of his head as he cocked and locked his firearm and aimed it at the demon.
BANG
One singular shot straight into the demon's pitch black eye was all it took to take it down. This wasn't Tord's first rodeo with the thing, far from it, in fact, so he had discovered some easy ways of taking the creature down.
Thankfully, Tom wasn't conscious to make things any harder than they had to be whilst Tord took him back to his lab and dressed his wounds.
Tord had hoped that this would make its way under everyone's radars, but when he started hearing Tom's drunken shouting and Edd's confused and concerned retorts from the living room, he sighed in defeat...
He would rather put up with Tom's bullshit compared to the mess that would come with everything he had been doing behind his friends' backs getting out to them.
"Thomas!"
It didn't take much of Tord's usual teasing and antagonizing to get Tom alone in his room with him. That's when he dropped his shit-eating grin and fun-making tone. He turned to face the other. If his technique of intimidating soldiers into silence would work its charm here, as well, there shouldn't be a problem. Not for Tord, at least.