Trico
Male|Trico|unknown|no crush|Pan
Trico soon landed at the park, watching as Mark jumped off and ran to the other man, Matt and he glanced at Jack.
Mark Edward Fischbach
Male|27|Human|YouTube|N/a|Bisexual
The shirt he had on his shoulder flew off and began falling "Good thing it was't a good shirt" He muttered and when Jack spoke Mark sighed "I dunno I just hope no one hurt him intentionally" Mark said as he looked forward. Soon they landed and Mark looked around, quickly spotting Matt he jumped off of Trico, glancing back at Jack his face held a worried expression as he looked back and saw the insane amount of blood that was in the area. He ran to Matt and dropped by his side, not even caring that he didn't have his shirt anymore, wherever it went. "Are you okay!?" He nearly yelled as he looked Matt up and down, then he spotted his arms and hands, glancing around there was glass everywhere! "Alright hold on" Mark said as he scooped Matt up in his arms, glancing around untill he spotted another bench that was way safer. He carried Matt over and laid him down on it "What happened?" He asked, still extreamly worried.
Dark Edward Fischbach
Male|27|Demon|YouTube|N/a|Bisexual
Wip
Paul Ter Voorde
Male|Human|Eddsworld|Patryk|Bisexual
Paul smiled "Yes" He said as he leaned down to give him a kiss, his hand moving down to Patrk's side as he smiled softly.
Tom Ridgewell
Male|Human|Eddsworld|N/a|Bisexual
When Matt was looking through his phone Tom was doing something incredibly stupid, he had pulled a rather large piece of glass from his hand and stuck it in his mouth because it smelled of the booze. It allowed more blood to flow from one of the many cuts he had but suddenly -Crack- Tom spit out the glass along with a mouthful of blood "THAT AIN'T BOOZE!" he screeched, blood flowing from the side of his mouth. "WHAT THE HELL MATT WHY DID YOU LET ME DO THAT!" He yelled once again, very drunkenly and be pushed Matt away before standing and storming off in a very drunk like manner. He kept going to until... yep he got himself lost, drunk and lost, until he saw the familiar red fabric of a certain someone's hoodie Tord!? Tom thought as he jerked his head back, almost falling. He had to spit out another mouthful of blood that was still filling his mouth, he was walking in his direction and drunkenly called "Tord..!"