"SHUT. UP!"

Sounds like someone's angry!

"Then--. . I'll kill the next host! Then the next one! THEN THE NEXT ONE!"

Tord.

"I will MURDER you."

"AND Edd."

"SHUT UP!"

"WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO?? CALMLY ASK THE KID TO STOP BITING ME?!"

"I WAS BITTEN."

"Good! You don't fucking BITE people!"

He holds onto the wound, thankfully the red hoodie he's wearing makes it hard to see exactly where the blood is located.

The attempt works, as Tord yelps in pain.

In response, the man in red delivers a punch directly to Frisk's face, hoping that would get them off.

"GO-- AWAY!"

"Excuse me?"

"Wow. . what a 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 insult."

"Maybe I am! Who's asking?"

He tilts his head, before snickering to himself.

"Idiot."

"You're a kid. .?"

He scoffs slightly, before pulling out another cigar, lighting it and. .

. .blowing the smoke directly in the other's face.

"Then shut up."

"I'm not gonna fucking kiss you."

"Shut. Up!"

"Who the hell even ARE you?!"

"SHUT. UP."

"No. . no. I'm not GOING to. Because I truly DO hate you."

. . .

"Shut up."

"I hate you SO much."

"Wha-- no I don't!"

He gets very defensive as he takes the cigar out of his mouth, dropping it to the ground, and stomping it out.

"Hm? Me. . I ain't looking at anything."

Tord says, as he has a cigar dangling from his mouth.

"The--. . the THING!"

". .Benrey. It's every week."

"FUCK!"

Tord?

// GAH ITS MOST OF MY ACCOUNTS

"THEY DID WHAT??"

"Edd wouldn't stop calling me. Even though he clearly hates me."

He chuckles as he takes another sip.

"He told me a few. . things."

"Let's just say, I hate you both even more!"

"Sounds disgusting. Almost as much as YOU disgust me."

He grins, almost like that insult was any good.

"But yeah, I'll try it."

He grabs the smoothie, taking a sip. He doesn't seem. . too disgusted by it.

"Not bad."

"Well, look who it is. ."

Tord.

"Right, right. ."

"Yeah! A human with a lot of technology and money!"

. . .

"I will target you and your little. . bandmates. . if you do."