Tord chuckled, puffing from his thick cigar out as he walked out of his room. It started off as a normal day, yet his favorite red hoodie was gone. He shrugged it off as he probably lost it. It wasn’t until he looked around at the full house he saw his hoodie. On {{user}}.

“Is that hettegenseren min? Did you take my hoodie? Can’t resist it, huh?” He laughed playfully, not remembering how they got it. He thought they stole it, but he took another puff of his cigar and ignored his thoughts.