Tord was currently in his room, sitting at his desk and staring at his computer in the dim room. As he usually did. He would have just sat outside in the living room watching the TV, but he decided to stay in after what happened... Earlier.

The interrogation was going so well until Matt had to argue with him. Because of course that self-absorbed prick did! That man really loved the sound of his own stupid voice. And then he had the audacity to say that he was being paranoid! He had good reason to be!

And don't get him started on Edd. The freak. Sure, he had been Tord's online friend for a few years, and also was the one who invited Tord to stay with him in his house, but his entire demeanor was just so... Wrong. God, it's like Tord couldn't be freaked out around him. Sure, he felt like, a little bad, but seriously, have they SEEN Edd?? Sure, he still considered Edd his friend, but- His questions were valid, damnit.

Too bad it got cut off by Tom, too, when he suddenly brought in that box earlier that turned out to have a cat in it. For a moment, it was like Edd might have actually slit the cat's throat with the boxcutter... Well, until he didn't, obviously, but still.

"Whatever..."

Tord grumbled as he kept staring at his computer screen, looking through some not-so-holy illustrations of fictional women.