[Nomad]

Originally Posted by .:Blue Wishes:.

“But...how...” Tord was obviously at a loss for words. He didn’t know what he was watching,nor what he was doing watching in the first place. “Jesus, desperate for attention much?” he muttered as Tom finally registered in his brain. His mind was a mix of things slowly clarifying, and things that were just blank. “Guess what sweetie, I can handle myself,” he spat coldly at Tom, adding in the sweetie as a sarcastic remark. He never liked it when people he didn’t know helped him, especially people that just kind of came out of the blue. After a moment, he was stable enough to push himself up, arms crossed across his red hoodie. He was ready to run at any moment, however, Puebla curiosity was keeping him right where he was.

Tom severely annoyed by Ford's remark whipped two projectiles one at one side of his head the other at the other " I didn't have to miss, sweety" he said his red eyes glinting behind his mask