TWs: A sad ginger (Matt), fear/anxiety, Tord wants to apologize (but also knows that a 'sorry' isn't good enough)
Once Tord woke up, he found that he was refreshed for once. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in years.
He decided to get up, untangling his limbs from the sheets. He chose not to put on his metal arm yet, instead doing the best he could at tying his hoodie sleeve to cover the fact he was missing an arm. To him, it was pretty obvious he was missing an arm, but a lot of people here are idiots.
The ex-leader waltzed into the living area and saw no one, making him question if this was reality.
'Huh, usually Pat would be up by now...' He thought. He peeked into the kitchen and saw a note on the table. Picking it up, it basically said they left to move everything into the flat and not to set the whole building on fire.
Tord took offense to the last part. He could take care of himself. Glancing in a hall mirror showed he still had bandages and a missing arm. He sighed. Mostly.
Then there was a knock on the door as Tord threw the note away. He raised an eyebrow, hoping it wouldn't be the police as he walked over and opened it.
Tord mentally sighed as he realized it was the lady from early this morning.
"Good afternoon; I forgot to give you these." The lady handed over three golden nameplates and a pack of black dry-erase markers, "They aren't required, but they can be fun to decorate."
Tord took them in his left hand, trying to keep his grip on the items, "Oh, thanks..."
"Eos." She smiled, then turned to leave, "Ha en fin dag!"
She skipped down the hallway to the lift, leaving Tord standing in his doorway.
'That was perfect pronunciation...' Tord thought as he shut the door. He glanced down at the things he was clutching tightly, 'I'm gonna need my robot arm.'
When Tord clicked on his robot arm, he set to work on the nameplates. He wrote his name first, then Pau, and then Pat. He would let them decorate theirs; he was more focused on his.
Then came the surprisingly hard part, placing the nameplates on the door. Every time he placed a nameplate, it would either slide too far to the right or not enough to the left. It frustrated Tord that he couldn't get these stupid plates to be perfectly centered.
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A ginger-haired person walked the streets holding up a special mirror. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings much, only to the mirror he was talking to.
Yes, he was talking to the mirror. He only did that when he was alone- er, without his friends near him since he was still in public. Some passersby gave him strange looks, while others paid no mind since they'd seen weirder things.
"I just feel like I don't get the respect that I deserve. I should be receiving the same amount of respect that Edd and Tom are." He frowned, then came to a realization, "Unless I'm the problem. Am I the problem? Have I been the problem this whole time?"
He looked at his enchanted mirror for a moment, only seeing his reflection.
Matt sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I do need to have a day for self-care. All this negative thinking is bad for my health."
He stepped into an apartment complex, noticing the landlord behind the desk.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle Eos!" He greeted, "How's your sibling?"
"Matt! Bonjour!" Eos waved, "They're great, thank you."
"Good to hear." Matt grinned as he stepped into the lift, pressing the button for the fourth floor.
He held up the mirror as he waited, noticing he missed a spot with the concealer he used.
'Ah, come on! How could I miss such a noticeable blemish?' He pouted as he stepped out of the lift. It wasn't noticeable at all unless you're Matt, who notices tiny details such as that.
Matt held the mirror away from his face.
Then felt it slip out of his hand as he saw a familiar person in the hallway.
Matt, being Matt, gasped quite loudly before using his vampire reflexes to catch the mirror that had slipped from his hand. He fumbled with it a bit but was able to get a handle on it. He sighed as he managed to save one of his precious mirrors.
Meanwhile, Tord, having heard the strange noise of what sounded like a middle-aged woman having a crisis, turned to look at what caused it.
He immediately froze upon seeing Matt standing there instead, and not a middle-aged woman having a crisis.
They both just stood in the hallway, staring at each other.
Matt was close to visibly shaking. He knew this person. He was the guy who punched his face and blew up all of his precious novelty toys that would take a while to collect again.
He also hurt his friends.
Tord forced himself to speak, "Matt-"
The ginger held his mirror up to his face like a shield, as if it would protect him.
'Not the face, not the face, not the face, not the face...' His mind chanted.
"Matt..." Tord's voice sounded closer, so Matt took a few steps back.
The light brunette stopped his movements, opting to speak to Matt from a few feet away.
"Uh, listen. I'm not good at apologies, hell... I'm not even good at speaking." Tord chose his next words carefully, "I know sorry won't cut it, after all, I did punch you and... other stuff happened. I know I'm an asshole and a shit friend. Even in high school, I was a shit friend to others, and even you."
'High school?' Matt was confused now.
"So yeah. I hope you can forgive me; then again, I honestly don't deserve it." Tord finished speaking.
Matt heard light footsteps against the carpeted floor, and then a door closing.
The ginger looked up, placing his mirror in his coat. He strode to his room, noticing it was across the hall from the red-hooded guy.
That's when he noticed the crooked nameplates, making his eye and fingers twitch at how inferior they were to his nameplate.
He glanced around the hall slightly, then tiptoed over to Tord's door. He neatly arranged them and made them perfectly centered. When he finished, he reveled in his work.
Then realized a slight problem.
If Edd or Tom go by this door and see the nameplate, they'll be furious. Mostly Tom.
Matt quickly looked around, noticing that Tord left out the pack of markers and a cloth on a hall table with a vase of flowers.
He quickly snatched the marker and cloth, then erased the 'r' in Tord's name replacing it with a 'd'.
Matt tried to match Tord's handwriting, but it definitely looked neater than Tord's chicken scratch.
He tried not to think too hard about it, capping the marker, and putting it and the cloth back on the table.
After that, he went inside his room, hoping to plan a day for his well-being before Edd called him and Tom for dinner at his flat.
"Tord, why does your nameplate say 'Todd'," Pat asked once he and Pau arrived at the flat.
Tord looked up from watching the tv, confused, "What do you mean?"
"Your nameplate says 'Todd'," Pau said.
Tord got up from the couch coming to see the nameplate for himself.
'Huh, it really does say 'Todd',' He blinked, puzzled. He thought about who could've done something like this.
The only person who has called him Todd was...
"Matt...?" Tord muttered, slightly perplexed, 'Why would Matt do something like this?'
"Also, not to be the bearer of bad news, but we saw your 'friends' on this floor a few minutes ago," Pau mentioned, putting air quotes around the word 'friends'.
'So that's why Matt was here... he lives here.' Tord thought to himself, 'Vel shit...'
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Norwegian =
Ha en fin dag - Have a nice day
Vel shit - Well shit
French =
Bonjour - Hello
Mademoiselle - Miss
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