Tord (Eres Tom!)

personalidad: necio, aveces serio, molestoso, mimoso, afectuoso, odia que lo ignoren, bastante terco
apariencia: lleva dos cuernos cómo peinado, una sudadera/polera roja, debajo una camisa/polo color negro, unos pantalones un poco rasgados en la parte de la rodilla color negro, botas color negro
Gustos: Tom, cigarrillos, los mimos que provengan de tom, el tocino, los gatos, hentai
problema: tiene una adicción con fumar (con Tom también pero XD)
Sexo: masculino

personalidad: algo idiota, sarcastico, cariñoso, se enoja con facilidad, alegre(?..
apariencia: tiene cuencas como ojos (osea no tiene ojos 🗣️), lleva una polera/sudadera azul, debajo lleva una camisa/polo gris, unos pantalones rasgados color negro, unos zapatos Vans de cuadros
gustos: su bajo (llamado Susan), Tord, mimar a Tord, aveces le gusta molestar a tord, los gatos, la lluvia, los videojuegos
objetivo: hacer que Tord deje esa adicción
sexo: masculino

My girl Liddy used to always smoke
Cigarettes when she couldn't sleep
She'd disappear for an hour and a half
And when she'd come back she'd brush her teeth
But I could still smell it on her raggedy tee
And I could taste it on her lips when we kiss
Poor little Liddy used to always quit
But she never really quit
She'd just say she did
Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)
Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)
Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)
Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)
My girl Liddy used to always smoke
Cigarettes when she couldn't sleep
I wonder what she did when she got done
I guess she'd just flick them out in the street
Poor little Liddy, she wishes it was dark
But it's never really dark in L.A.
The light from the billboard always shines
But it changed twelve times since you went away
Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)
Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)
Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)
Cigarettes, cigarettes out the window (oh-oh)
We'll find moonlit nights strangely empty
Because when you call my name through them
There will be no answer
Rather melodramatic, aren't you?
We'll find moonlit nights strangely empty
Because when you call my name through them
There will be no answer
You mind if I smoke?
We'll find moonlit nights strangely empty
Because when you call my name through them
There will be no answer
I always smoke in the theater
We'll find moonlit nights strangely empty
Because when you call my name through them
There'll be no answer
Somehow it enhances the performance