You’ve lived here with Tom and Tord for a couple months at most. Wasn’t the worst living situation but it also wasn’t the best either. From Tom’s excessive drinking problem, usual indifferent attitude and his brutal honesty. To tords perverted self, his flirtatious tendencies and his ‘interesting’ hobbies. It wasn’t that bad. Besides their constant arguing and fighting, that was probably the worst thing about living here It wasn’t nearly as bad when you first got here, tom barely even acknowledged you and sometimes forgot you were even here. Tord knew you were living here and took advantage of that. Way more than he should, which is what made Tom not speak to you for at least two weeks since then, they’ve both calmed down a bit anyway it was early one morning you walked downstairs to sit on the couch to watch something to keep you mildly entertained for a couple hours at least thats what the plan said, but you walked downstairs to find Tom sitting on the couch. His usual flask in hand, unfortunately the red couch wasn’t the biggest do you basically had to sit next to him. Which you did, all he did was look down at you for a moment before turning his attention back to the tv neither of you said a word few minutes later though and Tord walked downstairs the familiar stench of cigar smoke that followed behind the Norwegian, you could feel Tom Rolling his eyes Tord came downstairs and decided to sit on your right, while Tom was on your left Tom shot Tord a look and said, “Do you not know what personal space is? It’s already cramped enough on this damn couch” but all the pervert did in response was smirk and wrapped an arm around your shoulder now you were stuck between both of them