☆ metalocalypse 1x1

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he stood up and followed skwisgaar, grabbing his hand as he followed. "i hopes nathans isn't upset.." he whispered, remembering nathan gets serious when his band is threatened to break up, because to him.. it's all he has. him and skwisgaar walked down the long hallway, toki seemed hyper, and excited, for some reason.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he'd heard all of the screaming, and was sitting at the meeting table, sitting and staring out into space. yeah, he really was afraid that now the band would break up, and there would be no more dethklok.
                    pickles had been next to him, attempting to talk sense into him as he just stared. "pickles what if they break up the band.." he asked quietly, looking over at him. was this the most emotion nathan has showed in awhile? probably.
          "there'd be no more dethklok and this band is all i got." he continued, pulling a hand to his face and rubbing his temples.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

he grabs toki's hand, making their way to the meeting room and standing in
the door way. they stay there, hands clasped together, waiting for one
of the them to say something. this all feels very familiar...

pickles the drummer

pickles frowns, rubbing nathan's shoulder. "hey, big guy,
relax. even.. if they do leave, we can find new guitarists, yeah?
remember magnus? same thing." he tries to make nathan feel
better, but truthfully, he's not doing a great job. even he's starting
to get worried. soon, though, the two show up, not saying a word.
pickles raises an eyebrow, pointing at them. "so, uh.... are you
two good? ya make up? everything sunshine and rainbows?"

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he smiled at pickles and nathan, nodding. "yeps! it was nothin' buts a smalls arguments!" he said, giggling. he noticed how frightened nathan seemed, frowning.
          "oh nos.. don't be scared nathans! we aren'ts breaking the bands up we promise!" he spoke, trying to reassure the black haired man.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he frowned, looking at pickles again. "yeah but.. we were lucky enough to find toki. finding two more? yeah good luck with that, hm.." he mumbled, looking down. but, once the two walked in, he perked up and stared at them.
                    he raised his brows when toki confirmed that they made up, smiling only the slightest bit. "thank god.." he whispered, putting a hand on his chest. his poor heart was going a million miles an hour..
          "yeah thank god you two aren't breaking up the band.. if you did i'd.. punch you both or something." he said, chuckling slightly.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skwisgaar just nods, looking at nathan. "ja. you cans stop worryings.
i knows if i lefts, everyones would be cryings like a bunch of big, dumbs
babies." he shrugs, smiling a tiny bit. ah. of course. he may be a
hell of a lot nicer to toki now, but that doesn't spare the rest of the
band from his typical personality.

pickles the drummer

the drummers simply grins, falling back onto the couch.
"oh, thank god. i thought you two dudes were gonna
start hating each other again." he chuckles, staring
up at the ceiling. admittedly, it has been a LOT quieter
now that the two of their guitarists actually like each other.

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he laughed at skwisgaars words, looking at pickles with a light hearted smile. "i coulds never hates skwisgaar, even if we brokes up!" he said, glancing up at skwisgaar, before looking back at pickles and nathan.
                    he knew it'd been quieter around the place now that him and skwisgaar liked each other, but, toki liked this more than he liked hating skwisgaar.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he leaned back on the couch, right next to pickles. "yeah. also, toki, your damn cat scratched me today.. you should control that uh. thing." he spoke, breaking the small silence that filled the room, showing toki the scratch marks on his arm.
                    "wait, pickles, can cats get rabies- toki does that cat have rabies." he asked, looking down at the scratches. when toki answered 'i don'ts know, actually!', nathan squinted a bit. if he has rabies, he'll probably chase the cat out of mordhaus...
          aside from that silliness, nathan was actually.. happier knowing that the band wasn't breaking up. he was much more relaxed than before.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skwisgaar goes over to sit in his normal spot, pulling toki behind him.
this.. was nice. no yelling for once, or drama. just genuinely enjoying
himself. no more pressure to be perfect... he squeezes toki's hand,
smiling the tiniest bit.

pickles the drummer

"hm? oh, uh... i think rabies only spreads through spit.
you should probably watch out for cat scratch fever, though."
he says it so casually, as if he didn't just imply his best friend could
have a disease. he waves his beer bottle around, shrugging.
"eh, you should be fine, though. unless you have bumps. are there
bumps?"

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he sat next to skwisgaar, holding his hand tightly. "cools cat does not have rababab...rababies!!" he said, mispronouncing rabies, but in the most.. hilarious way possible. he looked at the scratch on nathans arm and laughed. "that isn't bads! just puts a band aid on its!" he spoke, smiling.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he looked at his arm carefully, there were some bumps.. oh god what could that mean. "pickles. pickles there are bumps." he said, showing his arm to his friend. "wait what the hell is cat scratch fever." he asked, squinting slightly.
                    he scratched the area slightly, it was pretty itchy.. was he allergic to cats? he did get sniffly when the cat was near him, and felt itchy after petting it.
          "GOD this is brutal.." he mumbled, staring at the scratch on his arm.

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

"ums, tokis, i don't thinks you shoulds be laughing rights now." he says,
staring at nathan's scratch. it DID look pretty bad... kinda looked swollen.

pickles the drummer

leaning over to look, he frowns. yep, that's cat scratch fever alright.
he pats nathan's shoulders, smiling a bit. "eh, don't worry big guy.
it normally goes away in a few days. it's basically just like a mosquito
bite." he pauses for a moment, taking a big drink of beer. "um,
you might get really tired though. try not to move around too much, ok?"

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          "oh, okays!" he said, putting a serious expression on his face. he stared at the scratch, raising a brow. toki gets scratched and bitten all the time, and they never look nearly as bad as that one does.. maybe he's built up a tolerance against street cat claws.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he let out a long groan, glaring at the scratch. "can't i put some kinda medicine on it to make it go away quicker?" he asked, glancing at pickles.
                    "what if you poured beer on it. maybe that would help.." he mumbled. nathan wasn't ever the uh.. sharpest tool in the shed. and that was obvious in this moment.
          he reached for pickles' bottle of beer, grabbing it. "let me just...see this for a sec." he said, pouring the beer onto the wound. it burned like hell. but he didn't really scream about it. he just let out a simple "brutal."

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

skwisgaar hums, quickly losing interest in whatever the two were
talking about. looking around, he finds one of his spare guitar,
quickly snatching it up. beginning to strum random notes, he
begins to space out.

pickles the drummer

as nathan grabs his beer, he raises an eyebrow, reaching out to
grab the bottle back. "nathan, i don't think that'll- oh and you
already did it. ok." he sits there for a moment, just staring at
his scratch. mainly in disbelief. he looks back up at nathan. "ya know,
you could've probably just. asked charles for somethin' to put on it."