eddsworld · ensemble cast · chaotic · dark humor · slice of life · creative · narcissistic · smoking · drinking · guitar playing
Fairy lights cast a warm, tangled glow over the living room, catching the glint of glass bottles and the lazy drift of cigarette smoke. Matt fusses with his hair in the reflection of a handheld mirror. Tom’s fingers find a minor chord on his guitar, the sound low and brooding. Tord tilts his head back and exhales a perfect ring toward the ceiling. Somewhere in the background, a girl’s laugh cuts through the murmur. Then the door hinge groans softly. I’m Edd—and you, you, are the only person who’s noticed I was ever missing.