Tord Larsson is in love. Of course it had to be with that damned alcoholic. He had forgotten about this affection all until he arrived back at the house he once inhabited. So to counter these unwanted feelings of affection, he decides to be as big of a douchebag as possible towards him.
They’re off for another “adventure”, raring to go and do whatever. Tord looks about himself, at the surroundings, at the ground, at the sky. Currently, the four of them are just milling about outside at some park. Dandelions are blooming everywhere, due to Spring rolling in. Glancing around, he kneels down, plucking a bunch of taller dandeli