Torvald was about to punch that guy when he saw Tyko launch into action. He was so fucking fast too! The drummer laughed when the guy got floored almost by the Finn's quick reflexes.
"Try anything and I'll punch you, asshole."
The drummer still holding Tyko's hand, pulling him away slightly from the idiots. Their taxi now coming into view.
Torvald heard the knocking and went to open the door one handed, as the other was clutching the towel hard against the gash on his forearm. Fuck, why did it hurt so much! Had he gashed it on one of Jake's weapons on the wall? He was so drunk he couldn't remember. The drummer glanced back at the sleeping form of Edvard as he pulled the door open.
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Torvald was about to punch that guy when he saw Tyko launch into action. He was so fucking fast too! The drummer laughed when the guy got floored almost by the Finn's quick reflexes.
"Try anything and I'll punch you, asshole."
The drummer still holding Tyko's hand, pulling him away slightly from the idiots. Their taxi now coming into view.
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for Gloria and everyone who wants to help Torvald
Torvald heard the knocking and went to open the door one handed, as the other was clutching the towel hard against the gash on his forearm. Fuck, why did it hurt so much! Had he gashed it on one of Jake's weapons on the wall? He was so drunk he couldn't remember. The drummer glanced back at the sleeping form of Edvard as he pulled the door open.
"Hej, uh----are you here to help me?"
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