☆ metalocalypse 1x1

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he stayed in his room for awhile until he felt he could be near the others, slowly standing from the chair and stepping out of his room. he walked into the area everyone else had been eating at, and waved happily, sitting down next to skwisgaar. he seemed perfectly fine now, even a bit happier and more hyper. maybe candy had something to do with that.. he even waved at murderface, a genuine smile on his face.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he rolled his eyes, walking next to pickles. "he's getting on my nerves." he whispered quietly to pickles, a small vein popping out of his own forehead as he kept walking.
                    but once they all made it to the table, and asked for the food, then received the food, he calmed down slightly, laughing and joking with everyone. then, toki walked in, and he slightly waved at him. "hey.." he mumbled, noticing the uplifted mood toki was in. it really was contagious, it even made nathan smile a bit.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skwisgaar sits down, talking and joking with the other members. he even forgot
about toki, only for a bit. he was mainly just listening, although he
would chime in every once in a while. as toki walks, he perks up,
glad that toki is feeling at least a little better. he doesn't mention
anything about what happens earlier, simply smiling at the brunette
as he kept eating.


pickles the drummer

pickles lets out a quiet sigh of relief as toki walks in, with no
evidence that he's been crying. he really didn't want to feel
like dealing with an upset toki. he waves at the guitarist.
"seems like you're in a pretty good mood now." he
comments, looking towards him.

william murderface

murderface is a bit stunned as toki waves at him. why was he
still being so nice to him? he waves back, not looking him directly
in the eyes. he could feel just a tiny bit of guilt in the pit of his
stomach. maybe he would apologize later... maybe.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he was served a plate of food by a klokateer, immediately scarfing down the food. "mph! yeps!" he replied to pickles, mouth full of food. he kept eating as everyone joked around, chiming in every now and then. but, he finished eating and leaned back, stomach full of food.
                    "that foods was reallys good!" he spoke, wiping his mouth with his hand, then wiping his hand off on his pants. he scooted a bit closer to skwisgaar, smiling a bit.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          "yeah, the food was better than normal." he replied, he had already finished his third plate of food, leaning back in his chair. he grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped the remaining food from his face and hands, tossing the napkin at murderface, of course, in a playful manner.
                    "whoops." he said, chuckling to himself. he waited for murderfaces reaction, crossing his arms and leaning back.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

he stiffens the tiniest bit as toki moves closer to him. they may
be officially dating, sure, but that doesn't mean he's used to
all of the typical things go along with it. toki knows more,
with all those romance movies. as much as he hates to
admit it, toki knows a lot more than him. when it comes
to this, anyways.


pickles the drummer

pickles snickers as nathan throws the napkin at murderface.
he's expecting murderface to go on another rant, as is
typical for the bassist. but it seems toki's good mood has
rubbed off on everyone else. hopefully that includes him, too.

william murderface

he freezes, looking over at nathan's napkin smacks him right in the
face. rather than getting angry, though, he just smirks and grabs
the napkin. spitting into it, he tosses it right back at him, aiming
for his face. as it hits him, he leans back in his chair, waiting to see
what nathan does next.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          it was true, he knew mostly everything about romance. maybe those 'kid movies' weren't so bad after all, huh? he watched the men fight, giggling along as the two had a small napkin fight, it really was kinda funny.
                    he glanced over at skwisgaar, noticing how stiff he was. what if toki was making him uncomfortable? he didn't want that, so, he looked back at the two fighting, not pushing the romance factor any further than it was.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          right on the forehead. it hit him right on the forehead, spit going everywhere. he just simply grabbed another napkin, wiping it off, and spitting his own glob of spit into it, tossing it at murderface. he smirked, wiping whatever spit remained on his face off.
                    "your breath stinks, murderface..i can smell it from all the way over here.." he said, letting out a chuckle and shaking his head a bit.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

he slowly reaches for toki's hand, holding onto it. he doesn't look at him, though,
watching nathan and murderface throw different things at each other. he's
kind of glad toki isn't being super affectionate, right now, though. it's like
he knew skwisgaar got very nervous when it came to that kinda stuff.
maybe he's more perceptive than the band gives him credit for...


pickles the drummer

pickles leans forward, becoming very interested in the small fight breaking
out. it seemed more of a friendly fight than the one back in the meeting room,
thankfully.

william murderface

as the wet napkin slides off of his cheek, he narrows his eyes. murderface scoops
up some leftover food off of his plate, hurling it at nathan. as it flies towards him,
he snickers, watching it smack him. "maybe you schould be hanging onto thosche
napkinsch, huh? looksch like you're a bit of a messy eater."

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he smiled a bit, feeling skwisgaar hold onto his hand. toki was more perceptive than the others knew, he was smarter as well. he just kept it hidden, probably unknowingly. he laughed as murderface threw the food at nathan, snorting a bit.
                    toki saw the food flying, and immediately shouted, "FOODS FIGHT!" he giggled, letting go of skwisgaars hand and grabbing food off of a plate and hurling it at pickles, smiling widely.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he glared playfully, grabbing a handful of food off pickles plate, and hurling it at murderface. "looks like you are as well..." he grinned, leaning over and wiping his messy hand on murderfaces shirt. oh, he did NOT know he was starting a whole food fight now.
                    he raised his brows at toki, who had threw more food at pickles, but then let out a laugh, grabbing more food and tossing it whoever was near him, blocking incoming food with his own plate.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skiwsgaar winces as food starts flying, getting dangerously close to landing
on his hair. as stray pieces of food lands on his shirt, though, he resigns himself
to the fact that he won't be able to avoid getting dirty, grabbing a fistful of
food and chucking it across the table.


pickles the drummer

he jumps up, ducking under the table to doge the various foods being flung at him.
every once in a while he'll pop back up to throw something else before ducking
down again.

william murderface

murderface is one of them who gets really into it. he grabs food in both of his
hands, not even bothering to dodge the food being flung at him. he only wanted
one thing; to get the others as messy as possible.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he thought for a second, thinking this could be a sweet revenge type deal with him and murderface. so, he grabbed as much food as he could, throwing it at all at murderface, then hiding behind skwisgaar, giggling.
                    he then crawled under the table, picking up whatever food fell under, and poked out to toss it at the others, while giggling like a maniac. he would even crawl back under the tables, and grab the band members legs, just to make them slip and fall, or, just to spook them.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he noticed they were running out of food to throw, so, he grabbed the next best thing. the pillows from the sofas that were near the kitchen. he ran towards pickles, whacking him with a pillow, then grabbing a glob of food from the floor and chucking it at him.
                    he kept smacking the others with the pillows, laughing harder than he's ever really laughed as he did it. this was actually very fun for the vocalist, and it was the one time charles hadn't sent klokateers down to stop the madness.
          
                              but, he knew charles would make them all clean it up. but hey, he ignored that for right now.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

as he gets more into the fight, skwisgaar leans over the table, completely
ignoring how dirty his clothes are getting. sure, he'll be annoyed about it
later as he washes it all off, but this is the most fun he's had with all of them
he keeps going until he's panting, out of breath and tired, falling onto one of the
chairs. not wanting to move an inch.


pickles the drummer

pickles yelps as toki grabs his ankle, effectively tripping him. he smacks his head
on the floor, looking over at toki and smirking. he grabs a pile of food off the floor
and shoving it into his face before popping back up, narrowly dodging another glob
being flung through the air.

william murderface

he sputters as he gets covered in food from toki, getting smeared all on his face
and clothes. he quickly throws more at toki, who ducks behind skwisgaar, avoiding
it with a cheeky grin. this goes on for a while, nathan starting to smack people with
cushions, getting those covered in food as well. even murderface can't help but laugh,
enjoying himself in the madness.