☆ metalocalypse 1x1

[butt-head.]

          
                      TOKI WARTOOTH.
          

          he leaned on skwisgaar, listening to him strum the notes. he also spaced out, expression slowly going blank as he just.. stared.

     
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he handed the beer back to pickles, staring at the wound. "ohhh that burns. ohh this is brutal man." he grumbled, wiping whatever was on it off on his shirt. he looked at pickles, blinking.
                    "oh. yeah. i'll ask him about that later. probably.." he replied, knowing he'd probably forget about it the moment he sees charles. he looked away for a moment, feeling a bit.. weird.
          "hmm.." he hummed, thinking for a second, before realizing something. he just kinda blinked, before looking back at pickles. "yeah so uh anyways.. uhhhh. uhhm." his mind went blank, as soon as he tried changing the subject. he could even feel his face heating up a bit. yep, his realization was possibly correct, but, he wasn't going to say it was for sure yet..

          

[talkshow boy]

skwisgaar skwigelf

looking around, skwisgaar is over come with a very strong urge to
leave. it's so BORING now. he stands up, not even bothering to say
anything. and he's gone. presumably to his room.

pickles the drummer

as nathan starts stammering, pickles grows far more curious.
he scoots closer to the vocalist, grinning mischievously.
"what? what are you confused about?" he asks, getting
dangerously close to leaning on nathan's shoulder. pickles can just
TELL when nathan is trying to work through something.

[butt-head.]

          
           
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he blinked, scratching his head a bit. "uh.. uhm uhh. nothing." he muttered, a couple pieces of hair falling in front of his face. he glanced at pickles, letting out a small sigh. "uh.. hm.. what time is it?" he asked, blinking. what a good change in topic, nathan.. but you couldn't ignore the redness of his face.
                    "it uh..looks y'know dark outside or whatever.. yeah.." he continued, looking outside. it wasn't actually too dark, but it was just.. droopy and sad looking, due to the mix of rain and snow they've been receiving.
          he kept glancing at pickles, then outside the window, blinking. he just needed pickles to PRY whatever he was feeling out of him.. but even then, he didn't know if he should even tell him about this.. weird realization.

          

[talkshow boy]

pickles the drummer

at nathan's question, pickles glances at the clock on the wall. he looks back outside,
then back to him. "dark? nate, it's only like. 4 pm." he narrows his eyes, crossing
his arms. now that he pays more attention, nathan does seem pretty nervous. and his
face is REALLY red. "come on, dude. you know it's not good to hide your emotions.
ain't healthy." he mutters, clicking his tongue. he waits a few moments for
a response, and when he doesn't get one, he just sighs. "....your face is red,
by the way." he throws an arm around nathan's shoulder, crossing his legs.
he's not too worried. he'll pry it out of nathan eventually; he always does.

[butt-head.]

          
           
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          he felt sweat run down his forehead. "oh. hm.." he muttered, stiffening up when pickles spoke about hiding emotions. he didn't know how to really reply, staring down at the ground. he squinted a bit when pickles commented on his face being red.
                    "no it's not.." he spoke, raising his hand to his face and feeling it. yep. it was hot, which meant it was probably red. he raised a brow when pickles threw his arm around him, blinking.
          but, after just a little bit of prying, he was starting to crack. "fine. i kind of just. realized something weird.." he muttered, pulling his hand to his face and basically face palming, hiding himself from the embarrassment. it was probably so clear now that well, nathan liked pickles, he liked liked him.

          

[talkshow boy]

pickles the drummer

pickles smirks as nathan starts talking. there we go. now they're getting somewhere.
he hums a bit, turning to look at nathan as he takes yet another drink from his bottle.
"something weird, huh? like what?" as he spots the sweat staring to run down
nathan's forehead, he frowns a bit. he was really worried, huh? what could make him
so nervous..? bringing his arm back down, he nudges nathan with his shoulder.
"come on, man. you can tell me anything. i won't judge ya'. you know that."

[butt-head.]

          
           
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          "uhh.. ugh. i think i uhh.. well-" he let out a long sigh, covering his face a bit more. "damn it. alright i give up.. i like you. like uhh in.. that weird kinda way." he whispered, it was muffled by him hiding his face so much.
                    he groaned a bit, rubbing his head. it hurt from him being so nervous. he uncovered his face and peeked at pickles, blinking. he hoped pickles didn't make fun of him for this. he's not usually.. mushy or a romance type of guy, but, he caught feelings a bit too easily. though, he'd felt like this for awhile, but just now started thinking over that weird feeling.

          

[talkshow boy]

pickles the drummer

after hearing nathan's confession, pickles freezes. "you... like me?" he asks,
blinking a few times. now it was his turn to blush. pickles had already known
that he held those feeling for nathan. it had been at least a few months
since he found out. but he had already come to terms with the fact it would
probably never happen. honestly, he didn't even think nathan was into dudes
like that. "well, i uh.. i...." he starts, stuttering, struggling to get the
right words out. after a few seconds, he gives up, stretching up and quickly
pressing his lips to nathan's. it was barely even a peck, but it was more than
enough to convey what he was trying to say.

[butt-head.]

          
           
                      NATHAN EXPLOSION.
          

          well, nathan didn't even know he liked men himself, really. he stiffened up when pickles gave him the small kiss, eyes widening. he just stared at pickles, blinking. "i uh...so you like me back?" he said, juuuust making sure that pickles did like him and this wasn't just a joke.
                    his face was more red, and he didn't know what to do so he just. wrapped an arm around pickles, giving him an awkward side-hug. "ggod this is brutal.." he muttered, sweating more.
          romance was NOT his thing, and neither was affection really. but he wanted to give love and affection so bad.. he just needs time to learn probably, and he'll learn from pickles eventually.

          

[talkshow boy]

pickles the drummer

pickles smiles at nathan, nodding. "yeah. i like you." as nathan
pulls out the awkward side-hug, though, he shakes his head. he's
not doing any of this awkward first-romance stuff. "nuh-uh,
not like that." shuffling out of his grip, he crawls over,
sitting himself firmly on his lap. he makes himself comfortable,
leaning right on his chest. poor nathan. dating the drummer just
might end up giving him a heart attack. "there. ain't that better?"